Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Angel's Death Song

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

Not a bloodied country
All covered with
Where the Black did weep
Not an old city in the east
to choose

And wandering's
Walked on through the
With his hair in his
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 brightly red and
Red lined the time
Infused the choice of the mind
On ice skates chunks
the bells

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

Sacrificials remain make it hard to
Where you come
The stools of eyes
Serve to fame
Choose

And Rovermans' of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a
When the bowels and a of a rat
again, choose to go

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

And if the glances off
Split in two
the color of the mouse trails
Don't scream, try
If you
If you choose, try to
For the loss of remain come and
the game

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