Luyện nghe bài hát Caravan

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

It and groaned as it rose from its bed
It stretched; and extended its head
And corporeal form
At least in part at
But it encountered the Earth
It took a deep draw in, its arms,
and leapt the sky
It took wing over and it rode on the wind
It the cities 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 and began to give birth
The is off the rose, at least 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

When you awoke,
a new ocean had
Through the 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 played out before your eyes
Sedation,

But to be satisfied and
Without any source of gain
Seems to be in fashion

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

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

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

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

You have to be the one to tell me
You don't 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 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 narrative seems to to something more
With a purpose and a 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 from the
But if every story is the
Then the has truly lost its bloom
Can you sing it to me?
I can't relate to this, I relate
Maybe your preference, but I can't relate
I can't relate to this, I can't
Maybe it's your preference, but I relate.

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