Luyện nghe bài hát Creation

The with sharpened heels
Flew backwards into whose arms
And the Phoenix
a sad goodnight to fiction's tomb

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

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

Ask anyone, he muttered, as he spat a
Brilliant insect, whirring into the gauze
I advise stilts for the quagmires
And camels for the snowy and any survivors
Their debts I certainly pay
There's always a way, there's 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 a barbed feather from the morose universe
I called him deathless, and he before he could reply
Open eyes, open your eyes

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

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

The first day was
And she the Sun
And she it Hyperion
And she it a day of light and healing

The was silver
And she the Moon
And she it Phoebe
And she made a day of enchantment and the living

And the third was
And she the Earth
And she a day of joy
With the scarlet of seed

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

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

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

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

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

I am desire what color my
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 and the hurricane wind
I am the thorn of an unkind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 bruised glance
By the brazen wall your sword and lance
[Incomprehensible]
Where dappled maidens, endless
'Round the root of the world

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