Luyện nghe bài hát Black Angel's Death Song (Mono)

The choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a
For him to
What had he to
Not a ghost country
All covered sleep
Where the black did weep
Not an old city street in the
to choose
And brother
Walked on the night
his hair in his face
On a long splintered cut the knife of G.T.
The rally man's ran on through the dawn
we said so long
To his skull-shrill
Shining brightly and
Red-lined the time
Infused with the choice of the
On ice scraping chunks
From the
Cut mouth bleeding
the pain
Antiseptic cool goodbye
So you fly
To the brown snow of the east
Gone to choose, again
Sacrificials make it hard to forget
you come from
The stools of eyes
Serve to fame, choose again
And roverman's of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a
Went the and a tail of a rat
again, choose to go
And if Epiphany's reduced you to shame
Have your 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 come and
Start the I che che che che I
Che che ka tak koh
to choose
Choose to choose, to go