Luyện nghe bài hát Dime Store Mystery

He was lying and battered, skewered and bleeding
Talking crippled on the
Was His reeling and heaving, hallucinating
Fleeing what a

The things He hadn't touched or
His slowly stripped away
Not Buddha, not like Vishnu
Life wouldn't through Him again

I find it to believe
He might question His beliefs
The beginning of the last
Dime mystery

The duality of nature, Godly
Human nature splits the
Fully human, divine and divided
The immortal soul

into pieces, whirling pieces, opposites attract
From the front, the side, the
The mind itself

I know feeling, I know it from before
Descartes through Hegel is never sure
Dime store mystery, temptation

I was sitting, drumming, thinking, thumping,
The of life
Outside the shrieking, screaming, whispering
The mysteries of

There's a tomorrow
At St. Patrick's the will ring for you
Ah, what must you been thinking
When you realized the time had for you

I I hadn't thrown away my time
On so human and so much less divine
The end of the last
The end of a store mystery