Luyện nghe bài hát Termites

Gin, the gin, always take one on the chin
The dogs and scorpions
away and wear my skin

Smokeless flame, the common
Less than the angels but of the same
No paradise, the grateful will lay claim
Whether the intentions are violent or just

the wind he disappeared
Confirming that I feared
The passed is shown by the length of his beard

stands, dead on his feet
Waiting for termites to resolve his
In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the

We are not Gods, death to us all
But tonight I'm invincible, I'll crawl
In the mountains, in the seas, in the air the disease

The gin in this just don't let him drown
lesson you swallow, might be hard to keep down
Taste the penalty of the fire
Taste the penalty, sing with the choir

Gin, always the gin, never thick and never
than blood, less than kin
The rattle trap ends where it begins