Luyện nghe bài hát 0 +2 =1

0 +2 =1
Race to the line at a dead run
Live is short and love is -
Before these masks, haloed with
Hissing like rain on the
The are deafened and the lame are made dumb
For that queer equation 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 under God's great hand:
A to an breast, an axe to a tree,
The of an owl in the dreams 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 as the other is falling.
Questions the answers, the solutions,
In the end, for light, you burn your conclusions;
and darkness love silence above all,
Not the of sun-loving apes,
Or prayers 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 halo of snakes.
But if is something, if to rise is to fall,
Then a child needs a name like a corpse needs a -
Nonsense is than no sense at all.
Hail to the lies by which all are hounded!
Teh murder is done, the temple is
Where the is grounded ist circuitry hums:
0 +2 =1