Luyện nghe bài hát Caravan

Allow me a to explain
While you were sleeping the ocean drained
But

It yawned and as it rose from its bed
It stretched; diluted and extended its
And took form
At in part at first
But it encountered the Earth
It took a deep draw in, its arms,
and leapt the sky
It took wing over mountain and it on the wind
It traveled the but as the sun dimmed
It grew fat and as it cursed at the
It fat and it cursed at the earth

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

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

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

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

But to be and entertained
Without any source of gain
to be what's in fashion

Interpret the meaning to
anything that you it to be
I've heard these same words fall my own lips
It falls flat and I its value
It falls and I question its worth

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

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

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

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

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

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