Luyện nghe bài hát Caravan

Allow me a moment to
While you were sleeping the ocean wasn't
But

It yawned and groaned as it rose its bed
It stretched; diluted and its head
And corporeal form
At in part at first
But when it the Earth
It took a draw in, extended its arms,
and into the sky
It took over mountain and it rode on the wind
It traveled the but as the sun dimmed
It grew fat and as it cursed at the
It grew fat and it cursed at the

In a thunderous rage and a display of bright
It spat and began to birth
The is off the rose, at least for me
for me
The bloom is off the rose, at for me
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan on
like me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on rolling on

When you awoke,
a new had formed
the clamorous night,
through the storm

It fell the sky
to and preform
Its endeavor
in its uniform

The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, and the
Tired metaphors played out before your
Sedation,

But to be and entertained
any source of intellectual gain
Seems to be in fashion

the meaning to mean
anything you want it to be
I've heard these words fall from my own lips
It falls and I question its value
It falls flat and I question its

In a rage
And a display of bright
It spat and began to give
The bloom is off the rose, at for me
for me
The is off the rose, at least for me
Dogs like me can bark, but the moves on
like me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on rolling on

Better to light a
than at the darkness
to light a candle
Better to light a
curse at the darkness
Better to a candle

This is the confluence of narrative and
Swallowing a stream of and empty poetry

You don't to be the one to tell me
You have to be the one to let me down
You don't to be the one to tell me
You have to be the one to let me down
You don't have to be the one to me
You don't to be the one to let me down
You don't have to be the one to me
You have to be the one to let me down

A way of saying nothing
But a narrative seems to to something more
a purpose and a real direction
But just words punched in a template
The same mistakes we before
I, for one, am fucking
Of that bring nothing new from the womb
But if every is the same
Then the rose has truly its bloom
Can you sing it to me?
I can't relate to this, I relate
Maybe it's your preference, but I relate
I can't to this, I can't relate
Maybe it's your preference, but I relate.

"Where is the We're entertained.
Where is the We're entertained."
My problem's the consistency with every made
Don't just tell me a
What does it
"Where is the problem? entertained.
Where is the We're entertained."
I want to feel something more just betrayed
You are the
I am the
Are you satisfied,
be satisfied, satisfied.