Luyện nghe bài hát 2666...

Oh comrades of hate
I cannot our covenant
death to our poetic play
Those smooth tunes of bizarre
A phoenix is falling
Down upon our dust
On knees I'm prostrate with grief
I'm the and the cross
Not been enough to get over the step
Proof of defeat suffering, guilty of failures
The bizarre's curtain half open
An branch
Moliere's principal character
Is lost through
In the immense daedalus

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

To save our reason's
Moliere will his utopist
Into the of an elsewhere
Teleportate a century after his ultimate
with the others
A projected vagabond in a new of world
A similar surrounding is
Finding away all the
discovers his inner hate
And the of the humain race
666 years our era
As a timeless teller
He will set in motion pulsions
And make of 2666 the decadence
Of an futility to live
And less to love