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 shapeless
Was chasing me
Breathing my
Unsated with me

Nailing my incandescent
Along the
Of
In a place
A of fleshly numbers
Slides
the ironic waters
Of the
Seeking to
The
Of the impossible

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

"I'm at somebody
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
Curbing and
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 eyes and
Each
To space
the innocent joy
Of

Their metamorphosis
And in the
dead and dropping
Like lifeless
Swayed by the
of the wind
You must learn, we are all
On this chessboard;
move!

"Maybe you don't my face
But well you know my
- My is death"
Dressed in white,
The girl who was
And loved me so
to bring me back to her
The way out
To no

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

to face
up
In the of time
The man and I
Joined by
In the degree
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 just as
Seems
To me
the unknown
Persecutor
- Frame after -
In a slow
shock
Here is my contorted
To reveal,
The dramatic

When and hangman
roles
The triumphant
Of a dreams

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