Luyện nghe bài hát Creation

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

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

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

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

I with that gallantly concealed forceful nervousness
That has proved oysters 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 before he could reply
Open your eyes, open eyes

Our first father, Abraham, whose
Was the unique soul of the
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 it Hyperion
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 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 Mercury
And she made a day of
And the signs that are in the firmament

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

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

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

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

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 of an unkind 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 your own eye
I am the and your enemy dies
I am the storm and the hurricane
I am the of an unkind friend

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

Then seven times we raised our
And with
our foot spells
Yawning the multitudes

In need we upon the mother of all living
times for succor, but with ambitious spears
They made us change, they behind
Their and fought on

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

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

And for each eye shed one tear
We made of that tear an
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 of the world tree
galleon, out on the rolling sea

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

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

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

Hold tight, tight