Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Angel's Death Song

The myriad choices of his
Set out upon a plate
For him to
What had he to
Not a bloodied country
All with sleep
Where the black did weep
Not an old street in the east
to choose
And wandering's
Walked on through the
With his in his face
On a long cut from the knife of g.t.
The rally man's patter ran on the dawn
Until we said so
To his skull-shrill
brightly red-rimmed and
Red-lined with the
Infused with the of the mind
On ice scraping chunks
From the
Cut mouth razor's
the pain
Antiseptic cool goodbye
So you fly
To the brown snow of the east
to choose, choose again
Sacrificials remains make it to forget
Where you from
The stools of your
Serve to fame, choose again
And roverman's refrain of the recluse
For the loss of a
Went the and a tail of a rat
Come again, to go
And if terror reduced you to shame
Have head bobbed and weaved
a side to be on
If the glances off
didactics in two
Leave the colors of the mouse
scream, try between
If you choose, if you choose, try to
For the loss of remain come and
the game I che che che che i
Che che ka tak koh
Choose to
Choose to choose, to go