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 stretch the truth, may be a lie,
there was a boy Brad,
he trumpet, and he died.
Too for him to cease,
Why? We got a clue,
on the internet, so then it must be true.

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

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

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