Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Angel's Death Song

The choices of his fate
Set out upon a plate
For him to
had he to lose
Not a ghost country
All covered with
Where the angel did weep
Not an old city street in the
Gone to
And wandering's
Walked on through the
With his in his face
On a splintered cut from the knife of g.t.
The rally man's patter ran on the dawn
Until we said so
To his skull-shrill
Shining red-rimmed and
Red-lined with the
Infused with the of the mind
On ice skates chunks
From the
Cut mouth bleeding
the pain
Antiseptic remains cool
So you fly
To the brown snow of the east
to choose, choose again
Sacrificials make it hard to forget
you come from
The stools of eyes
Serve to realize fame, choose
And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege
For the loss of a
Went the bowels and a of a rat
Come again, to go
And if terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and
Choose a 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 come and start
the game I che che che che i
Che che ka tak koh
Choose to
Choose to choose, to go