Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

In the keep of GWAR, torment remains
Despite of the bodies in twain
So many had in the viscous campaign
That their femurs alone a fine mountain

The was no longer GWAR's sovereign
Of wealth and women, they had to gain
goal was left for them to attain
So Oderus did for conclave

First Balsac, his council was wise
His gleamed, he was a loyal knight
Plus 40 bears, he did provide
First in prowess, he his lord beside

Beefcake, the mighty, his ass was
80 laden oxen, he was a good ally
Jizmak Da Gusha, his was described
For many he barked at the tribe

But timely, the catering arrived
Booze, drugs, food, 400 hundred high
Flattus Maximus, he did supply
And now the mighty of GWAR did bind

willed to journey and slay without plan
Bring and terror to the cities of man
Open
Like hell was a womb, it

And from the womb the creatures
Troll, goblin,
machine and armored whore
There will be battle like before

The world learned of the malaise
Black pope, usurper, he saw through the
They plan their defense in the of the wasted
Africa, bitter she'd tasted

Ensign of industry, let it be
the camp of the black pope was placed
His legions, through the valleys raced
Chariots they rode, their skulls were

fire, freshly painted
8000 battalions of knights freshly
But before they fought, they vaccinated
To protect them from the AIDS had been created

To the reign of black pope unabated
The people at home got a version
Here the GWAR
Began the

The war barges, forecastles
Disgorging the troops, forming
The low of the horning
out a call, then a warning

A salvo where GWAR was encroaching
a second 10 legions were toasting
Balsac said, "Did you something?"
The was not boasting

The enemy is vast, carpets the terrain
they are forming, armored and trained
They send a captain, OJ by name
struck him in the brain

Burst the helmet, made two parts of the
Chopped through his gorget, through into spine
And so, OJ's blood flows like
said, "So ends a cowards time"

Balsac is angry, have no more
He his ax with great effort
To smite Regis with terrible
His shield breaks, his hauberk

The ax through the chest and torso
Bright spurts, guts are loosed by the throw
And with that ax the soul body goes
Jizmak, "That was a heavy blow"

Beefcake, the mighty, clotted spew
His sword falls, burst in two
Eyes from sockets, he is not through
Thousands of warriors, he this to

up the corpses of those that he slew
Until it was hard to if the pile grew
said, "He is a princely lord"
Said beefcake, "Yes, true"

Jizmak smites, his whirls
Foreheads explode, entrails
Breaking open brain-pans as
Red blood flowing as speed to hell

Oderus smites the pope, exposing the brain
The blade continued through and membrane
Bright blood flowed in the grass he was lain
Here ends tale, that much is plain