Luyện nghe bài hát Eye-5

In traffic.
Radio and it's static.
I got my in my hand.
sanitary garbage man.
Bearing the interstate.
hate for hate's sake.
Though it may sound strange, call my name.
The gun good in my hand.
Like an in the devil's land.
it seems insane, I hold them to blame.
Hood ornament in my sight.
The has come to put things right.
I am to make things clean.
Man, oh man, what a scene.
Target! Target! Woman! Whore!
is it.
The war.
now.
Draw 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 turns to on the pedal.
Got a feeling.
Multiple collision, the it settles.
'Bout I beat my wings.
Across town, another job in of doing.
Glass, gas, a lung.
My arm's all fucked, in need of gluing.
An work is never done.
Crank up the box, dig the between stations.
Pin in my arm, for concentration.

respond.This is an angel.