Luyện nghe bài hát Untimely Death Of Brad

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

I might the truth, may be a little lie,
was a boy named 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,
to console him.

I curse the day, I met the boy,
Only the good die young, say.
The details of his are vague
it seems,
as if his passing was a dream.
Catastrophe, calamity,
what we tell his mother now?
Cataclysmic, a mishap,
I just heard that band is breaking up.
I his trumpet, his voice rings in my ears,
it seems he's standing very near.
I believe in ghosts,
never seen one,
but isn't the playing haunting on this album?

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