Luyện nghe bài hát Caravan

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

It yawned and groaned as it rose its bed
It stretched; diluted and extended its
And took corporeal
At least in part at
But it encountered the Earth
It took a deep in, extended its arms,
and leapt the sky
It took over mountain and it rode on the wind
It traveled the cities but as the sun
It grew fat and as it cursed at the
It grew fat and it cursed at the

In a rage and a display 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 like me can bark, but the caravan on
Dogs like me can bark, but the just keeps on rolling on

When you awoke,
a new ocean had
Through the night,
through the magnificent

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

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 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 to give birth
The is off the rose, at least for me
for me
The is off the rose, at least for me
Dogs like me can bark, but the moves on
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on on

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

This is the confluence of 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 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
You don't to be the one to tell me
You don't to be the one to let me down

A catchy way of saying
But a narrative seems to allude to more
With a and a real direction
But they're just punched in a template
The same mistakes we before
I, for one, am fucking
Of conceptions that bring new from the womb
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 to this, I can't relate
Maybe it's preference, but I can't relate.

"Where is the problem? entertained.
Where is the problem? entertained."
My problem's the consistency with every concept
Don't just me a story
What does it
"Where is the We're 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.