Luyện nghe bài hát 0 +2 =1

0 +2 =1
Race to the finish at a dead run
Live is short and is fleeting -
Before these masks, haloed snakes
Hissing like rain on the
The blind are and the lame are made 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 fork 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 fingers, it's 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.
the answers, stir 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 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 nothing is something, if to is to fall,
Then a child needs a name like a needs a pall -
is better than no sense at all.
Hail to the by which all truths are hounded!
Teh murder is done, the temple is
Where the current is grounded ist hums:
0 +2 =1