Luyện nghe bài hát Caravan

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

It and groaned as it rose from its bed
It stretched; diluted and extended its
And took form
At least in at first
But when it encountered the
It took a draw in, extended 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 at the earth
It grew fat and it at the earth

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

you finally awoke,
a new ocean had
the clamorous night,
through the storm

It from the sky
to reform and
Its endless
in its uniform

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

But to be and entertained
Without any source of intellectual
Seems to be what's in

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

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

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

is the confluence of narrative and naivety
Swallowing a stream of lies and empty

You have 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 have 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 have to be the one to let me

A way of saying nothing
But a narrative seems to allude to more
a purpose and a real direction
But they're words punched in a template
The same mistakes we before
I, for one, am fucking
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 relate to this, I can't
Maybe it's preference, but I can't relate
I can't relate to this, I relate
Maybe your preference, but I can't relate.

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