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.
Feeling for hate's sake.
it may sound strange, angels call my name.
The gun felt in my hand.
Like an angel in the land.
While it insane, I hold them to blame.
ornament in my trusty sight.
The time has to put things right.
I am to make things clean.
Man, oh man, a violent scene.
Target! Target! Woman! Whore!
is it.
The war.
now.
Draw the hammer.
flash.
the matter.
I be king.
Though it might sound strange, angels my name.
While it insane, I hold them to blame.
Angels do the things.
Her turns to lead on the pedal.
Got a feeling.
Multiple collision, the it settles.
'Bout I beat my wings.
Across town, job in need of doing.
Glass, gas, a lung.
My arm's all fucked, in need of gluing.
An angel's is never done.
Crank up the box, dig the noise stations.
Pin in my arm, for concentration.

respond.This is an angel.