Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Of Serpents

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

Let the fixer work the silver's washed away
And the picture from the tray
hard at what you see and then remember you and me
And let the spring free
a jack-in the box
Like a hundred-thousand cuckoo
From the Oregon corners to the corn
To the rooms the heat lamps where the snakes get born

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