Luyện nghe bài hát Iceland

A plate object was fired
And I did not for my compatriots
Hated even the core of
Not a of ill-health
It was fear of deep in core of myself
The fact was out of...
[Mounting orations/What
populations/What emulations]
To be in Iceland
Sing of legend, of destruction
Witness the of the god-men
about Megas Jonsson *
Cast the against your own soul
There is not much more to go
Work hours for the good of the soul
And be in Iceland
Sit in the gold
Fall flat in the Cafe Iol*
Without a from the clientele
Your coffee as well,
Hair as hell
Cast the runes against own soul
up for the underpants show
And be humbled in
And the of the volcano
Is thick and
Like the people it.
See a green redhead, redhead
a grab for the book of prayers.
Do anything for a bit of
Get in Iceland
What the goddamn is it?
That the pipes of aluminum
A Memorex for the
That induces rough text
And casts the against the self-soul
And in Iceland
[* Megas is considered to be "the father of Icelandic
rock'n'roll"; he "ridiculed the Sagas of [Iceland], wrote
scathing,
surreal lyrics, got heavily into booze and drugs, was barred radio
and shunned by society. In 1979 he a double album called
"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't in
public since he's now a dock worker." -- from Colin 26
September 1981 Maker article about the Fall in Iceland. --Ed.]
[* Cafe Iol is a famous meeting spot in where MES hung out
in Iceland. --ed.]
[* Paintwork]