Luyện nghe bài hát 2666...

Oh friendless of hate
I cannot our covenant
Setting death to our play
Those tunes of bizarre sadness
A tear is falling
Down our vain dust
On your I'm prostrate with grief
I'm the and the cross
Not been enough strong to get over the
Proof of suffering, eternally guilty of failures
The theater bizarre's curtain half
An branch
Alceste Moliere's character
Is through time
In the immense daedalus

Forever with sorrow and suicide desire
Alceste, the principal
Is lost through in the cosmos
reclused in the grief of his retirement
A thousand years of
2666 futile...

To our reason's mind
Moliere drop his utopist
Into the limb of an
Teleportate a century after his separate
Love-seeking the others
A projected vagabond in a new form of
A similar surrounding is
Finding all the humanist
Alceste his inner hate
And the future of the humain
666 after our era
As a fortune teller
He will set in motion pulsions
And will make of the decadence
Of an futility to live
And even less to