Luyện nghe bài hát Crow Iii

"He can't get away with by the
He in front of the jury
be a good boy", said man one
At a before five o'clock

He went through the
"Yes or no?", man two
Bantering humor dry in his
"Is there more than what she you?"

Questioned man as a growing flicker
across his eyes, "No"
The surrounds constitutes a classic climate
This happens to now everyone in the

You feel traces, a sound
Listen to the time of life
Standstill, panic
the bells of a empty houses
Someone and calls you

by committed you say
"I no guillotine"
The girl spoke the doorway in her rasping voice
"What he is in the house"
The words hung there for a

Bending forward she
She plucked the ashes from his
And said something could understand
could understand, nobody could understand

One of irritation
You back, "Why me?"
The vantage point above the
Can be

Falling to a perspective odyssey
A track of tower lust of decomposed intensity
I am, I am, I am, I am