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

Don't him
he turns his back
He at you
trust him
When his are closed:
He looks at you

I fled, I
Devouring the
But the bulk
Was me -enraged-
Breathing my
with killing me

Nailing my incandescent
Along the
Of
In a where
A procession of numbers
Slides
Into the ironic
Of the
to remember
The
Of the word:

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

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

I can't
the fog
-
The real and

That crowd
The human brain -
me
In the web
Of the one who
The of the mad
and churning
The confetti of thoughts

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

I not be pushed
Filed,

Briefed,
Or numbered!

- -

Welcome, my freind!
Here generations
Of
raised
Their and wings
Each
To space
the innocent joy
Of

Their final
And in the
dead and dropping
Like lifeless
by the plaintive
Whistling of the
You must learn, we are all
On hopeless chessboard;
move!

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

"Why are they
To me?"
"Because they know
You are
Dead!"

Face to
up
In the cage of
The man and I
Joined by
In the absolute
The
Without match
Where the 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
Aand the
appears
- Frame after -
In a slow
Electric
Here is my face
To reveal,
The dramatic

When and hangman
Exchange
The freedom
Of a dreams

In the
Of a new
- Once -
of
Smiles, masks, confetti
Be you!
through the catacombs of life
Desperately I plunge into the
Wandering through the catacombs of
I fall into the whirl of
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