Luyện nghe bài hát 0 +2 =1

0 +2 =1
Race to the finish line at a run
is short and love is fleeting -
Before masks, haloed with snakes
Hissing like rain on the
The are deafened and the lame are made dumb
For that queer this is the sum:
0 +2 =1

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

0 +2 =1
Yes and no are day and night,
One as the other is falling.
Questions the answers, the solutions,
In the end, for light, you must burn your
Night and darkness love above all,
Not the of sun-loving apes,
Or their prayers for the dead of a 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 like a corpse needs a pall -
is better than no sense at all.
Hail to the lies by which all are hounded!
Teh murder is done, the temple is
Where the current is ist circuitry hums:
0 +2 =1