Luyện nghe bài hát Faint-heart And The Sermon

With my face of colour
and my brain of
like Billy
I'm lashed to the
with senses growing
and with quaking
I make a
at temperature
and my lungs useless air.
paraplegic dancers
in formation
my understanding
in its movements,
contemplating
that break my bonds--
to be wrong
be, in me, improvement...
but my comprehensive are impaired.
And it seems absurd, but now all heard
fades in empty words and is
as the Laugh rocks the cenotaph
but the is half-true, and mirthless.
Trying to trace a
the spinning words
but all heard
seem at odds with meanings,
phonetically
but delivered in haste
that in place
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 saints demonstrate that my
is a complaint, but the end is
in sight,
why I find me a way to go?
I want to die in the nave,
but I know it may be me some day
so got to find a way I can save up
my energies, and find a to pray
so for something
to which I can my creed...
I'd gladly to the wave,
if I thought the taught a way to light;
I'd succumb--I'm not brave,
and it's easy to what the preacher says
for the conflict raging between my head
and my brain.
I don't want to die, but the same--
day....
Waiting for moment
that I know will
I'll have to run
and find sermon...
and Norman
and the priest--
still, I am at
holding all the open.
me all outside is shared.
As the cracked bells it all seems unreal
but the seal stays unbroken
and the plate tenders no escape--
still I to scrape up a token
of esteem for false
of the course;
I must try to divorce from sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So when I to myself
although I take good to listen
my grows ever more faint--
something missing?