Luyện nghe bài hát Untimely Death Of Brad

Here is the tale, spoken word-for-word,
it may be abominable, but, yes it be heard.
Nauseating at first, you can the worst,
so listen closely, as the unfolds...

I stretch the truth, may be a little lie,
there was a boy Brad,
he trumpet, and he died.
Too for him to cease,
We haven't got a clue,
It's on the internet, so it must be true.

The untimely of Brad,
how sad it have been.
If you see him anywhere,
remember to him.

I curse the day, I met the boy,
Only the die young, they say.
The details of his death are
it seems,
as if his passing was a dream.
Catastrophe, calamity,
will we tell his mother now?
Cataclysmic, a mishap,
I just heard that their is breaking up.
I hear his trumpet, his rings in my ears,
it sometimes seems he's very near.
I don't in ghosts,
I've seen one,
but isn't the trumpet haunting on this album?

A day lives in infamy,
in we behold, his passing,
his memory, but the must be told.