Luyện nghe bài hát Exterminating Angel

Here it comes
Taste of jagged and rusty can

There are just holes
Where the would be watching
black holes
Where the should have been

Plumes of
a urine colored sun
Swarms of
to kill your sons

And there's nothing but black
Where the stars should have
but black holes
Where the stars be watching

Oh, those argonauts
Digging again in pit
Cover them in menstrual
them in black gold, plunge them into ingots

Ripping through your stream
Rising up of rusty can
And glass feeling again

it comes again
Hordes of locusts out your sun

Raining down, rain on
Poor little rich thing, poor little heart
Poor misunderstood
on it, I'm sick of it

Enough is
I wanna it up
In of it

for the hell of it
I fuck it up
Out of sync, out of
Out of sight, out of

Raining down, raining
Poor rich thing, poor little bleeding heart
Poor little
on it, I'm sick of it

Here it comes
Taste of glass and rusty can

are just black holes
Where the stars should been
black holes
Where the would be watching