Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Angel's Death Song

The choices of his fate
Set themselves out a plate
For him to
What had he to
Not a bloodied country
All with sleep
Where the angel did weep
Not an old street in the east
to choose
And wandering's
on through the night
With his hair in his
On a long splintered cut from the of g.t.
The rally man's patter ran on through the
we said so long
To his yell
Shining brightly and
Red-lined with the
with the choice of the mind
On ice skates chunks
the bells
Cut mouth razor's
the pain
Antiseptic remains goodbye
So you fly
To the cozy brown of the east
Gone to choose, choose
Sacrificials make it hard to forget
Where you from
The of your eyes
to realize fame, choose again
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 epiphany's terror you to shame
Have your bobbed and weaved
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 remain come and
the game I che che che che i
Che che ka tak koh
Choose to
Choose to choose, to go