Luyện nghe bài hát Creation

The messengers with sharpened
Flew into whose galloping arms
And the Phoenix
Drawls a sad goodnight to fiction's

come to me secretly
And with your silken
And with your silken
Open your rooms, open rooms

Never, in fact, as he amazed
At two lost eyebrows lisping the unexpected
And the archetypal postman delivering your letters
Whose are black eggs really
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 stilts for the quagmires
And camels for the hills and any survivors
Their debts I certainly pay
There's always a way, always a way

I smiled with gallantly concealed forceful nervousness
That has that oysters cry
And that I have come to and accept as myself
And plucking a barbed from the morose universe
I called him deathless, and he left before he reply
Open eyes, open your eyes

Our father, Abraham, whose bosom
Was the unique soul of the
Was as bewildered as we are
If not infinitely more so, and an ancient
Ceremonial gesture of dismissal, he forward

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

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

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

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

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

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

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

The seventh was purple of the mollusks
And she Chronos
And she made a day of and repose
Whereon all cease from struggle

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

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

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 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
our foot spells
Yawning the multitudes

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

I not allow them praise
That broke the globe in splintered fragments
And yet, they moved with a perfect pattern
And complemented harmony with discord, and with 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 tear an ocean
And in the five
We loosed our several

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

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

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

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

Wild sea, my love is for me
Every ripple in her is a wave in me
galleon, out on the rolling sea

Hold tight, sleep