Luyện nghe bài hát 0 +2 =1

0 +2 =1
Race to the line at a dead run
Live is and love is fleeting -
Before these masks, haloed snakes
Hissing like on the pavement
The blind are deafened and the lame are dumb
For that queer equation this is the
0 +2 =1

0 +2 =1
Before the feast, on the block!
A word, to the wise, is a into flesh.
Everything streched under great hand:
A to an breast, an axe to a tree,
The hoot of an owl in the of a mouse -
Count on your fingers, the rule of the thumbs, but
0 +2 =1

0 +2 =1
Yes and no are day and night,
One breaks as the is falling.
Questions the answers, the solutions,
In the end, for light, you must burn your
and darkness love silence above all,
Not the equations of apes,
Or their prayers for the dead of a world that's to
0 +2 =1

0 +2 =1
It may not be nice, it may not be fun,
It may be a halo of hissing snakes.
But if is something, if to rise is to fall,
Then a child needs a like a corpse needs a pall -
is better than no sense at all.
Hail to the lies by which all are hounded!
Teh is done, the temple is founded
Where the current is grounded ist hums:
0 +2 =1