🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Birthday Dethday - Dethklok

 Birthday Dethday
 
 Many  ago today
 Something  inside of your
 Mother...
 That  was you
 
 YOU
 
 YOU  YOU YOU
 
 Did she scream did  cry
 Only those that are 
 Are the ones 
  to die
 
  more year closer to dying
 Rotting organs ripping 
 Biological discordance
 Birthday  self abhorrence
 
 Years keep  aging always
  into vapid slugs
 Doctor  a new prescription
 Bullet in a  gun
 
 One  year closer to dying
 Plastic surgeons fuel  lying
 You forget why you  in here
 Your  rots with every New Year
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the  of thee
 You have  time
 And you're running  of life
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're  die
 
 Now you're old  full of hatred
 Take  pill to masturbate
  point to you and scream
 Because they will become that 
 
 One more year of  suffering
 There's no point  fucking bluffing
 Open up your DETHDAY 
 It's a box of fucking 
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For the  of thee
  have little time
 And you're running out of 
 
 Happy Birthday
 You're  die
 
 DIE DIE
 DETHDAY
 BIRTHDAY
 DETHDAY
 DIE DIE
 DETHDAY
 BIRTHDAY
 DETHDAY
 
 RSVP PLEASE
 For  DETH of thee
 You have little 
 And you're running out of 
 
 Happy Birthday
  gonna die