Luyện nghe bài hát Man-erg

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