Luyện nghe bài hát Exterminating Angel

Here it again
Taste of jagged and rusty can

are just black holes
Where the stars would be
Just holes
Where the stars should have

of dirt
Caress a colored sun
Swarms of
Come to your sons

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

Oh, those argonauts
Digging in your pit
Cover them in stream
Cover them in gold, plunge them into ingots

Ripping through your stream
Rising up taste of can
And jagged glass again

it comes again
Hordes of locusts blot out sun

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

Enough is
I fuck 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, everyone
Poor little thing, poor little bleeding heart
little misunderstood
Piss on it, I'm of it

it comes again
Taste of glass and rusty can

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