Luyện nghe bài hát Faint-heart And The Sermon

With my drained of colour
and my of blood
like Billy
I'm lashed to the
senses growing duller
and with heart
I make a
at equating
and my suck useless air.
Like dancers
in team
my understanding
in its movements,
contemplating
that could break my
to be half
be, in me, improvement...
but my comprehensive are impaired.
And it absurd, but now all I've heard
fades in empty words and is
as the Human rocks the cenotaph
but the is half-true, and mirthless.
Trying to a reason
the spinning words
but all heard
seem at odds their meanings,
pleasing
but delivered in haste
that in place
my commences screaming.
On the of belief 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 can't I me a way to go?
I don't to die in the nave,
but I know it may be with me day
so got to find a way I can save up
my energies, and a cause to pray
so something for
to which I can my creed...
I'd gladly to the wave,
if I thought the water taught a way to
I'd gladly not brave,
and easy to believe what the preacher says
except for the conflict raging my head
and my brain.
I don't to die, but just the same--
day....
Waiting for moment
I know will come
when have to run
and find sermon...
Everyman and
and the talking
still, I am at
all the doors open.
Inside me all is shared.
As the cracked peal it all seems unreal
but the seventh stays unbroken
and the plate tenders no escape--
I refuse to scrape up a token
of esteem for false
alleyways of the
I must try to divorce sense sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So when I to myself
although I take good care to
my heart grows ever faint--
there's something