Luyện nghe bài hát Black Angel's Death Song

The choices of his fate
Set themselves out a plate
For him to
What had he to

Not a bloodied country
All covered sleep
Where the angel did weep
Not an old city in the east
Gone to

And brother
Walked on the night
his hair in his face
On a long splintered cut from the of G.T.

The rally man's ran on through the dawn
we said so long
To his yell

Shining brightly and
Red-lined the time
Infused the choice of the mind
On ice skates scraping
the bells

Cut mouth razor's
the pain
Antiseptic remains cool
So you fly
To the cozy brown of the east
Gone to choose, again

Sacrificials make it hard to forget
Where you come
The stools of your
Serve to fame, choose again

And refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a
Went the bowels and a of a rat
again, choose to go

And if epiphany's terror you to shame
your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a to be on

If the glances off
didactics in two
Leave the colors of the mouse
Don't scream, try
If you choose, if you choose, try to
For the loss of remain and start

the game I che che che che I
Che che che ka tak koh
Choose to
to choose, choose to go