Luyện nghe bài hát Faint-heart And The Sermon

With my drained of colour
and my of blood
like Billy
I'm to the grating;
with senses growing
and with quaking
I make a
at equating
and my suck useless air.
Like dancers
in formation
my seems
in its movements,
contemplating
that could break my
to be half
be, in me, improvement...
but my faculties are impaired.
And it seems absurd, but now all I've
fades in empty words and is
as the Human Laugh the cenotaph
but the is half-true, and mirthless.
Trying to a reason
from the spinning
but all I've
at odds with their meanings,
phonetically
but delivered in haste
in their place
my commences screaming.
On the verge of I crash onto the reef
and a cynical steals my senses,
so I cling to the pew with askew,
and recognition refuses 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 I've got to a way I can save up
my energies, and find a to pray
so for something
to I can give my creed...
I'd succumb to the wave,
if I thought the water taught a way to
I'd succumb--I'm not brave,
and it's easy to believe the preacher says
except for the 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 another sermon...
Everyman and
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 seventh seal unbroken
and the Offertory plate tenders no
still I refuse to up a token
of esteem for false
alleyways of the
I must try to divorce from sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So when I talk to
although I take care to listen
my heart grows more faint--
something missing?