Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Angel's Death Song

Myriad choice of his
Set themselves out upon a
For him to
What had he to

Not a ghost country
All covered with
the Black Angel did weep
Not an old city in the east
Gone to

And wandering's
on through the night
With his hair in his
On a long splintered cut the knife
Of GT

The man's patter ran on through the dawn
we said so long
To his
Shrill

Shining brightly red and
Red lined the time
Infused with the choice of the
On ice skates scraping
From the

Cut mouth razors
the pain
Antiseptic cool, good buy
So you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the
Gonna choose, again

remain make it hard to forget
Where you come
The stools of eyes
to realize fame
Choose

And Rovermans' of the sacrilege recluse
For the of a horse
When the and a tail of a rat
Come again, to go

And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to
Have head bobbed and weaved
Choose a
To be on

And if the stone off
Split in two
Leave the of the mouse trails
scream, try between
If you
If you choose, try to
For the of remain come and start
Start the

I che che, che che I
Che che che, ka tah koh
Choose to
Choose to choose, to go