Luyện nghe bài hát Faint-heart And The Sermon

With my face drained of
and my of blood
like Budd
I'm lashed to the
with senses duller
and with quaking
I a start
at equating
and my lungs suck air.
Like dancers
in formation
my seems
in its movements,
contemplating
that could my bonds--
to be wrong
be, in me, improvement...
but my faculties are impaired.
And it absurd, but now all I've heard
in empty words and is worthless
as the Human Laugh rocks the
but the is half-true, and mirthless.
Trying to trace a
the spinning words
but all I've
seem at odds with meanings,
pleasing
but delivered in such
that in their
my mind screaming.
On the verge of I crash onto the reef
and a cynical thief my senses,
so I to the pew with dimensions askew,
and recognition present tenses.
All the
of the demonstrate that my faint
is a complaint, but the end is
in sight,
why I find me a way to go?
I don't to die in the nave,
but I know it may be with me day
so I've got to a way I can save up
my energies, and find a cause to
so for something
to which I can my creed...
I'd succumb to the wave,
if I thought the taught a way to light;
I'd succumb--I'm not brave,
and it's easy to believe what the says
except for the conflict raging between my
and my brain.
I don't to die, but just the same--
day....
Waiting for that
I know will come
when have to run
and another sermon...
Everyman and
and the talking
still, I am at
holding all the open.
Inside me all is shared.
As the bells peal it all seems unreal
but the seal stays unbroken
and the plate tenders no escape--
still I refuse to scrape up a
of esteem for false
of the course;
I must try to sense from sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So when I talk to
although I take good care to
my grows ever more faint--
something missing?