Luyện nghe bài hát Caravan

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

It yawned and groaned as it from its bed
It diluted and extended its head
And took form
At least in part at
But it encountered the Earth
It took a deep in, extended its arms,
and into the sky
It took wing over mountain and it on the wind
It the cities but as the sun dimmed
It fat and as it cursed at the earth
It grew fat and it cursed at the

In a rage and a display of bright lights
It spat and began to give
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 me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on rolling on

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

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

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

But to be satisfied and
Without any of intellectual gain
to be what's in fashion

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

In a thunderous
And a display of bright
It spat and to give birth
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 caravan on
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan keeps on rolling on

Better to a candle
curse at the darkness
Better to a candle
Better to light a
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 have to be the one to me
You don't have to be the one to let me
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 to be the one to let me down

A way of saying nothing
But a seems to allude to something more
a purpose and a real direction
But they're just words in a template
The mistakes we made before
I, for one, am fucking
Of conceptions that bring nothing new the womb
But if story is the same
Then the has truly lost its bloom
Can you sing it to me?
I can't relate to this, I relate
it's your preference, but I can't relate
I relate to this, I can't 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
What does it
"Where is the We're entertained.
Where is the We're entertained."
I want to feel something more than betrayed
You are the
I am the
Are you satisfied,
be satisfied, satisfied.