Luyện nghe bài hát Exterminating Angel

Here it again
Taste of glass and rusty can

There are just holes
Where the stars would be
Just holes
Where the stars should been

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

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

Oh, those strange
again in your pit
Cover them in stream
them in black gold, plunge them into ingots

Ripping through your stream
up taste of rusty can
And jagged feeling again

Here it comes
Hordes of locusts blot out sun

Raining down, on everyone
Poor little rich thing, poor little bleeding
Poor little
Piss on it, I'm of it

is enough
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

down, raining everyone
Poor little rich thing, poor little heart
Poor little
Piss on it, I'm of it

Here it comes
Taste of jagged and rusty can

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