Luyện nghe bài hát Cycles To Gehenna

Hướng dẫn luyện nghe

Bạn hãy nghe bài hát và điền từ còn thiếu vào các ô trống.
Sau khi điền hết, bạn nhấn nút gửi bài ở phía dưới để được chấm điểm.
Với những câu trả lời sai, bạn hãy rê chuột lên ô nhập để xem đáp án đúng.
Nếu bạn muốn luyện nghe lại với các ô trống khác thì click vào link "Làm lại bài điền từ khác" ở cuối bài.

Bắt đầu làm bài nào

Baseheads locally approach all plugs
disregard for a dying man's shark jump
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten any oncepale horse painted gunmetal black
masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat
Clubmans, gloved rakes the clutch span
go the steel toe, metal gate spreading
For the dead-alive rented parking space 37
2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him over 20 busses
and festive
Corners like a two-tired so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign
Knows no zen in the art of
Only as the orchestrated saint of changing lanes baby
Here is how a great escape goes you can't take your dead friends names out your phone

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that belief
Outside our fundamental sciences teach,
other mighty lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine
Gangway - mine eyes, mine
Gangway - mine eyes, mine

The man-ape translates thru the visor
Goes in water
Am-scrays Giger, and
Crammed in a one-player
Blinker a hallowed bonfire over Samhain
where the praying hands mandate
Bars an extension of the
mutating instead of being farmed
Tonight beneath a marmalade
Haunted mowers chewing every glowing of mud between us
Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette,
All you can slalom when your focused
Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined
And sanctioned by a New Yank
Who knew that any he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring
And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank
The Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a that defies belief
Outside our fundamental sciences teach,
every other mighty lion
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth
- mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine

It was less an act of
a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet
Away on a bid for rarefied inertia
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma Ursa getting warmer
I into the pecking order
The between the whores and Betty Ford-ers
Hug a yellow spine
rubber like a rat on a rope
Those little run on passion alone
is the product ofa d.i.y. inadequate home
Grabbing a cabin in
Actin' a in the shadows of Rome
Amassed against odds
Fashioning gallows out of plastic and
I got the motordrome walls of death splintering me
All-city galvanized white knuckling
Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the
PS - I this on a self-destructing memo...