Luyện nghe bài hát 2666...

Oh friendless comrades of
I cannot maintain our
Setting death to our poetic
Those tunes of bizarre sadness
A phoenix is falling
Down upon our dust
On knees I'm prostrate with grief
I'm the and the cross
Not been enough strong to get over the
Proof of defeat suffering, eternally guilty of
The theater bizarre's curtain half
An expending
Moliere's principal character
Is lost time
In the cosmos daedalus

Forever tormented with sorrow and desire
Alceste, the principal
Is lost through time in the
Eternally reclused in the of his retirement
A thousand years of
Future futile...

To save our mind
Moliere will his utopist
the limb of an elsewhere
Teleportate a century after his ultimate
with the others
A projected in a new form of world
A similar is offered
Finding away all the
Alceste discovers his inner
And the future of the race
666 years our era
As a fortune teller
He will set in Celimene's pulsions
And will of 2666 the decadence
Of an futility to live
And even less to