Luyện nghe bài hát Eye-5

In traffic.
Radio and deafening static.
I got my in my hand.
sanitary garbage man.
Bearing the interstate.
Feeling for hate's sake.
Though it may strange, angels call my name.
The gun good in my hand.
Like an in the devil's land.
While it insane, I hold them to blame.
Hood ornament in my sight.
The has come to put things right.
I am here to things clean.
Man, oh man, what a scene.
Target! Target! Woman! Whore!
is it.
The war.
now.
back the hammer.
flash.
the matter.
I be king.
Though it might strange, angels call my name.
it seems insane, I hold them to blame.
Angels do the things.
Her foot to lead on the pedal.
Got a feeling.
collision, the flesh it settles.
'Bout I beat my wings.
Across town, another job in of doing.
Glass, gas, a lung.
My arm's all fucked, in of some gluing.
An angel's is never done.
Crank up the box, dig the between stations.
Pin in my arm, for concentration.

respond.This is an angel.