🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Birthday Dethday - Dethklok

 Birthday Dethday
 
 Many years ago 
 Something grew  of your
 Mother...
 That thing  you
 
 YOU
 
  YOU YOU YOU
 
 Did she scream did she 
 Only those that are 
 Are the  that
 Get  die
 
 One more year  to dying
 Rotting  ripping grinding
 Biological discordance
 Birthday  self abhorrence
 
 Years keep passing  always
  into vapid slugs
 Doctor  a new prescription
 Bullet  a fucking gun
 
 One  year closer to dying
  surgeons fuel the lying
 You forget why you  in here
 Your mind rots with every  Year
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the DETH  thee
  have little time
 And you're running out  life
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're  die
 
 Now you're old and full of 
 Take a  to masturbate
 Children  to you and scream
 Because they  become that thing
 
 One more year  further suffering
 There's  point in fucking bluffing
 Open  your DETHDAY present
  a box of fucking nothing
 
 RSVP PLEASE
  the DETH of thee
 You  little time
 And you're running  of life
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're  die
 
 DIE DIE
 DETHDAY
 BIRTHDAY
 DETHDAY
 DIE DIE
 DETHDAY
 BIRTHDAY
 DETHDAY
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the DETH of 
 You have little 
 And you're running  of life
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're  die