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 masks, haloed with snakes
Hissing rain on the pavement
The blind are and the lame are made dumb
For that equation this is the sum:
0 +2 =1

0 +2 =1
the feast, chops on the block!
A word, to the wise, is a into flesh.
Everything under God's 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, it's the of the thumbs, but
0 +2 =1

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

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