Luyện nghe bài hát The Girl Who Was... Death

Don't him
he turns his back
He at you
Don't him
When his eyes are
He looks at you

I fled, I
the space
But the bulk
Was chasing me
Breathing my
Unsated killing me

Nailing my incandescent
Along the
Of
In a place
A procession of numbers
incessantly
Into the ironic
Of the
to remember
The
Of the impossible

"Who are you for?
What are you at?"
A "a star"
A "an insect"
A plane? "a fish"

"I'm looking at
Who to my world"
"This is your
I am only world"

I can't
the fog
-
The real and

That together
The brain lobes -
me
In the web
Of the one who
The of the mad
and churning
The confetti of their

"Without
no war
And war
There's no
My dear!"

I not be pushed
Filed,

Briefed,
Or numbered!

- -

Welcome, my freind!
whole generations
Of
Have
eyes and wings
Each
To space
With the joy
Of

Their metamorphosis
And in the
They're and dropping
Like lifeless
by the plaintive
Whistling of the
You learn, we are all pawns
On this hopeless
move!

"Maybe you know my face
But well you my name
- My is death"
in white, smiling
The who was death
And me so much
Desiring to bring me to her
The way out
To no

"Why are they
To me?"
"Because don't know
You are
Dead!"

to face
up
In the cage of
The man and I
Joined by
In the degree
The
Without return
the price to one is:

And pain to the is:
Not dying!

The mask! The mask!
I must off
His mask!
Now! Now!

But as victory
finally
To me
the unknown
Persecutor
- Frame after -
In a instantaneous
shock
Here is my face
To reveal,
The dramatic

When and hangman
roles
The triumphant
Of a thousand

In the
Of a new
- again -
of
Smiles, masks, lifeless
Be you!
through the catacombs of life
Desperately I plunge into the
Wandering through the catacombs of
Slowly I into the whirl of
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