Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

In the of GWAR, much torment remains
Despite of the bodies hacked in
So many had died in the viscous
That their femurs alone made a mountain

The was no longer GWAR's sovereign
Of wealth and women, they had none to
What was left for them to attain
So did call for conclave

came Balsac, his council was wise
His war-ax gleamed, he was a loyal
Plus 40 dancing bears, he did
First in prowess, he stood his lord

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

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

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

And from the womb the poured
Troll, goblin,
Siege machine and armored
There will be battle never before

The surface learned of the malaise
Black pope, usurper, he saw the veil
They plan their defense in the land of the
Africa, bitter fruit she'd

Ensign of industry, let it be
There the of the black pope was placed
His legions, through the they raced
Chariots they rode, skulls were iron-plated

Belching fire, freshly
8000 battalions of knights freshly
But before they fought, they were
To protect them from the AIDS that had been

To continue the reign of black pope
The people at home got a G-rated
the GWAR invaded
Began the

The war barges, swarming
Disgorging the troops, formations
The low of the horning
out a call, then a warning

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

The enemy is vast, steel the terrain
Still they are forming, and trained
They send forth a captain, OJ by
struck him in the brain

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

Balsac is angry, he'll have no
He hurls his ax with great
To Regis with terrible force
His shield breaks, his unsews

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

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

Piling up the of those that he slew
it was hard to tell if the pile grew
Balsac said, "He is a lord"
beefcake, "Yes, it's true"

Jizmak smites, his hammer
explode, entrails twirl
Breaking open brain-pans as
Red blood as souls speed to hell

Oderus the black pope, exposing the brain
The continued through meat and membrane
Bright blood in the grass where he was lain
Here this tale, that much is plain