Luyện nghe bài hát 0 +2 =1

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

0 +2 =1
the feast, chops on the block!
A word, to the wise, is a fork flesh.
Everything streched under God's 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.
the answers, stir the solutions,
In the end, for light, you must your conclusions;
Night and darkness love silence all,
Not the of sun-loving 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 of hissing snakes.
But if nothing is something, if to is to fall,
Then a child a name like a corpse needs a pall -
Nonsense is 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