Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Angel's Death Song

Myriad of his fate
Set out upon a plate
For him to
had he to lose?

Not a bloodied country
All covered with
Where the Angel did weep
Not an old street in the east
Gone to

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

The man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so
To his
yell

Shining red rimmed and
Red with the time
Infused with the choice of the
On ice skates scraping
the bells

Cut bleeding razors
the pain
Antiseptic remains cool, buy
So you fly
To the cozy snow of the east
Gonna choose, again

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

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

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

And if the glances off
didactics in two
Leave the color of the trails
scream, try between
If you
If you choose, try to
For the loss of come and start
Start the

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