Luyện nghe bài hát E.S.P. Mirage

A spiral orbit the axis
Fragments, threads of the shape
The dreary of an aeon-old praxis
Encircles the thoughts from which escape

"And when my soul and unites
in a of the four elements
I'll be the magician of cosmic
astral instruments"

Like the released of the creator
Swirling around the indicator
Visions from the spiral
E.S.P. Mirage!
I the shining pulsator
When I travel in spirit simulator
visions from the generator
E.S.P. Mirage!

Perplexed by the of our existence
The patterns in reality
Secretive formulas along an distance
Force the thinking into unexplored

An entity which spins in the galaxy
With a plasticity by the age
The of periodic meteor rain
Which seems to be framed by a cage

Mother to events so
But as no one it, it may be silent

"Therefore my thinking incubate
and in the duality of I and Me
'cause from you can alienate
But from you can't flee"

Remotely viewing other
Using my eye to gaze
As I detect the stains
In microbes, mountains and every inch of

Trembling before its
It may be larger than