Luyện nghe bài hát Chatterbox, Pt2

One hundred lotus in the lake,
in the middle where still.
One hundred lotus on a mirror,
where dark and deep,
accessible to bees and hummingbirds.
They don't see beauty, they only see the food.
I I was a leaf that could float over the surface,
of a person who would sink down among the roots
and snakes and seamonsters who bump my legs.

Suitcase full of candles, hat stuffed prayers.
The drop out one by one.
They fall and roll the floor.
White and perfect, souls.
And the prayers escape into the air, dark in the night.

Am I or am I awake?
Do I like pie or do I cake?
Am I or am I there?
In my bed or in my
Who knows what, if what is

Standing in a sandbox, over castles.
Didn't anyone tell you?
If you stand deep enough in a hole the day,
you can see the stars.

Megawatts, sparks,
crackling deep the dark.
Reaching seeking out,
on the ground our small hearts.
Pulling together our and negatives.
In the and the storms,
we'll feel and alone,
our feelings sprouting beside us, encircling us,
illuminated in the of the sky.
grow a little each time we see them,
small buds and tender in a garden fed by lightning.
We'll sit together breathing in the and sky while
trees tower over our heads, madly north to south.
We'll be and alone.

Blue heaven high heaven heaven real heaven all heaven
my heaven yes heaven seventh ripe heaven
smile heaven sleep deep heaven clear heaven
any heaven more heaven heaven warm heaven
soft heaven heaven new heaven yummy heaven
free heaven live heaven heaven holy heaven
heaven sweet heaven fluffy heaven this heaven
happy heaven wide heaven endless heaven our
be heaven fine heaven light heaven white heaven bright
praise heaven tender still heaven one heaven
forever heaven how now heaven
is now heaven on earth.