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 with sleep
Where the angel did weep
Not an old street in the east
Gone to
And wandering's
Walked on the night
his hair 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 yell
Shining red-rimmed and
with the time
Infused the choice of the mind
On ice skates scraping
the bells
Cut bleeding razor's
Forgetting the
remains cool goodbye
So you fly
To the cozy brown of the east
Gone to choose, choose
Sacrificials remains make it to forget
Where you come
The stools of eyes
Serve to realize fame, again
And refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the of a horse
Went the and a tail of a rat
Come again, to go
And if terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and
a side to be on
If the glances off
didactics in two
Leave the of the mouse trails
Don't scream, try
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
to choose, choose to go