Luyện nghe bài hát Creation

The messengers sharpened heels
Flew backwards into whose galloping
And the impassioned
Drawls a sad to fiction's tomb

Then come to me
And with your feather
And with your silken
Open rooms, open your rooms

Never, in fact, as he gazed
At two lost lisping into the unexpected
And the archetypal postman delivering seed letters
Whose eyes are black really
Upon a long shore, upon a long
Open your door, open door

Ask anyone, he muttered, as he spat a
Brilliant blue insect, into the gauze
I advise stilts for the quagmires
And camels for the snowy and any survivors
Their debts I certainly pay
There's a way, there's always a way

I smiled with that concealed forceful nervousness
That has proved that cry
And that I have to know and accept as myself
And plucking a barbed feather the morose universe
I called him deathless, and he left he could reply
your eyes, open your eyes

Our father, Abraham, whose bosom
Was the soul of the humans
Was certainly as as we are
If not infinitely more so, and with an
gesture of dismissal, he pointed forward

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

The first day was
And she the Sun
And she named it
And she made it a day of light and

The was silver
And she colored the
And she named it
And she made a day of enchantment and the living

And the was many-colored
And she colored the
And she a day of joy
With the strength of seed

In the fourth and white were mingled into quicksilver
And she Mercury
And she a day of wisdom
And the that are placed in the firmament

The was bright blue
And she envisaged
And she a day of awe and circles, circles
And she sent it to the blood of the universe

The sixth was burning with icy, flames that glowed white
And of her beauty she Venus
And she a day of love
Whereby all beings are

The was rich purple of the mollusks
And she Chronos
And she a day of idleness and repose
Whereon all beings cease from

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

I am the in your very own eye
I am the and your enemy dies
I am the storm and the wind
I am the of an unkind friend

I am desire what my eyes?
I am Loki, wizard of
Catch me, me, see me if you can
I am the of an honest man

I am the pebble in your own eye
I am the and your enemy dies
I am the storm and the wind
I am the thorn of an unkind

I am desire what my eyes?
I am Loki, wizard of
me, find me, see me if you can
I am the guilt of an man

Then times we raised our arms
And with
Sent our foot
into the multitudes

In need we called upon the of all living
Three for succor, but with ambitious spears
They made us change, they crouched
mirrors and fought on

I will not them praise
That broke the harmonious in splintered fragments
And yet, they moved perforce a perfect pattern
And complemented harmony with discord, and light darkness

It was
That we out of our world machine
Between the and the fingers
like gloves

And for each eye that one tear
We made of that an ocean
And in the five
We our several craft

Wild sea, I say
Please, be a cow for me
galleon, out on the rolling sea

Gentle as lightning,
me to the root of the world tree
Amethyst galleon, out on the sea

face is consumed in a bruised sky's glance
By the brazen wall with your and lance
Where
Where maidens, endless danced
'Round the of the world tree

Wild sea, I say
Please, be a cow for me
galleon, out on the rolling sea

Wild sea, my is salty for me
ripple in her body is a wave in me
Amethyst galleon, out on the sea

Hold tight, sleep