🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Birthday Dethday - Dethklok

 Birthday Dethday
 
 Many years  today
 Something grew inside  your
 Mother...
  thing was you
 
 YOU
 
  YOU YOU YOU
 
 Did she  did she cry
 Only those  are born
 Are  ones that
  to die
 
 One more year closer to 
  organs ripping grinding
 Biological discordance
 Birthday  self abhorrence
 
 Years keep passing  always
 Mutate into  slugs
 Doctor gives a  prescription
 Bullet in a fucking 
 
  more year closer to dying
 Plastic surgeons fuel  lying
 You forget why  came in here
 Your mind rots  every New Year
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the DETH  thee
 You  little time
 And  running out of life
 
 Happy Birthday
  gonna die
 
  you're old and full of hatred
 Take a pill  masturbate
 Children  to you and scream
 Because they will become  thing
 
 One more year of  suffering
 There's no  in fucking bluffing
 Open up your  present
 It's a box of  nothing
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the DETH  thee
 You have  time
 And you're running  of life
 
 Happy Birthday
  gonna die
 
 DIE DIE
 DETHDAY
 BIRTHDAY
 DETHDAY
 DIE DIE
 DETHDAY
 BIRTHDAY
 DETHDAY
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the DETH  thee
 You have little 
 And you're running out of 
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're gonna