Luyện nghe bài hát Creation

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

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

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

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

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

Our first father, Abraham, whose
Was the soul of the humans
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 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 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 blood of the

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

The was rich purple of the mollusks
And she Chronos
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 friend

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

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

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

seven times we raised our arms
And with
Sent our spells
into the multitudes

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

I will not 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 stepped out of our machine
the palm and the fingers
Peeling gloves

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

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

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

Your face is consumed in a sky's glance
By the wall with your sword and lance
[Incomprehensible]
Where dappled maidens, endless
'Round the root of the tree

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

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

Hold tight, tight