Luyện nghe bài hát Man-erg

The killer lives inside me: I can him move.
Sometimes he's lightly in the quiet of his room,
but his eyes will rise and stare through mine;
he'll speak my words and my mind inside.
The lives.
The angels live inside me: I can them smile....
Their presence strokes and the tempest in my mind
and their love can heal the that I have wrought.
They watch me as I go to fall--well, I know I be caught,
For the live.
How can I be
How can I get
Am I me?
Am I someone
But stalking in my cloisters the acolytes of gloom
and Death's Head throws his cloak onto the of my room and I am doomed..
But in my courtyard play the pranksters of my youth
and solemn, waiting Old Man in the gables of the roof: he me truth...
And I, too, live inside me and very don't know who I am:
I know, I'm not a hero.....I hope I'm not damned.
I'm a man, and killers, angels, all are these:
Dictators,
,
in war and
as as Man lives....
I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are
Dictators, saviours, refugees........