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.
at first, you can expect the worst,
so closely, as the plot unfolds...

I stretch 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 then it be true.

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

I the day, I ever met the boy,
the good die young, they say.
The details of his are vague
it seems,
as if his passing was a dream.
Catastrophe, calamity,
what will we tell his mother
Cataclysmic, a mishap,
I just that their band is breaking up.
I his trumpet, his voice rings in my ears,
it sometimes he's standing very near.
I believe in ghosts,
never seen one,
but the trumpet playing haunting on this album?

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