Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Of Serpents

Let the camera pull back till the fullness of the frame is and plain
Peer into the screen until you see it all like a vision in a ball
Let it all with smoke
Is this idea of a joke?

Let the fixer work until the silver's away
And take the picture from the
Look hard at what you see and then you and me
And let the spring free
a jack-in the box
Like a cuckoo clocks
From the corners to the Iowa corn
To the with the heat lamps where the snakes get born

through the tunnel and follow, follow the light north west
See that young man who dwells his body like an uninvited guest
See the tunnel
Clutch your rite in your fist
Let the camera do its dirty work down in the dark
Sink low, rise high, bring some blurry pictures to remember all your darker moments by
bruises on our knees
Never forget what it felt like to live in rooms like
From the California coastline to the corn
To the rooms with the heat where the snakes get born