Luyện nghe bài hát Your Majesty

Who do you think you are? You come here and wield your
Your highness, my lord of war, you've cut my every
Unspoken words are stuck to the what I said, I won't rephrase
Consider this a privilege, the cuts both ways

I will take what's rightfully what always has been!

And I won't kneel down to throne, to your feet
Fed the taste of the defeat, and the scraps you throw at me
Your
You're not a king; you're a clown, the fit for the crown
And I overthrow monarchy

I won't let my name fall the sands of time
For your glory, for your fame; for what's rightfully
you from the fire of the dragon, has been an epiphany
This is not a rebellion, is mutiny!

I will take rightfully mine; what always has been!

And I won't kneel to your throne, to your feet
Fed from the taste of the defeat, and the scraps you at me
Majesty,
You're not a king; you're a clown, the fit for the crown
And I overthrow this

For an eternity, poisoned royalty
Was the in my veins, in which your sting remains
now, I call the shots, on the sovereign you're not
In the fire and in the blade, in which I've this crusade

Better to reign in hell than serve in
But I served in hell, for far too long
I take what's rightfully mine; what always has been!

And I won't kneel down to your throne, to your
Fed from the of the defeat, and the scraps you throw at me
Majesty
You're not a king; a clown, the wrong fit for the crown
And I this monarchy
Your
Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!