Luyện nghe bài hát Creation

The messengers with heels
Flew backwards whose galloping arms
And the impassioned
a sad goodnight to fiction's tomb

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

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

Ask anyone, he muttered, as he spat a
Brilliant blue insect, whirring the gauze
I would advise stilts for the
And camels for the hills and any survivors
Their I will certainly pay
always a way, there's always a way

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

Our first father, Abraham, bosom
Was the unique soul of the
Was certainly as as we are
If not infinitely so, and with an ancient
Ceremonial of dismissal, he pointed forward

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

The day was golden
And she the Sun
And she it Hyperion
And she made it a day of light and

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

And the third was
And she colored the
And she a day of joy
the scarlet strength of seed

In the fourth and white were mingled into quicksilver
And she colored
And she made a day of
And the signs that are placed in the

The fifth was blue
And she Jupiter
And she a day of awe and circles, circles
And she it to guide the blood of the universe

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

The seventh was rich purple of the
And she colored
And she a day of idleness and repose
Whereon all beings from struggle

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

I am the pebble in very own eye
I am the sword and your enemy
I am the storm and the hurricane
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

I am the pebble in very own eye
I am the sword and your dies
I am the storm and the wind
I am the thorn of an friend

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

Then seven times we our arms
And cat-stretch
Sent our spells
into the multitudes

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

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

It was
That we stepped out of our machine
the palm and the fingers
Peeling gloves

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

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

Gentle as lightning,
Take me to the root of the tree
galleon, out on the rolling sea

Your face is consumed in a bruised glance
By the brazen with your sword and lance
[Incomprehensible]
Where maidens, endless danced
the root 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
Every ripple in her body is a in me
galleon, out on the rolling sea

Hold tight, tight