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
senses growing duller
and with heart
I make a
at equating
and my lungs 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 faculties are impaired.
And it seems absurd, but now all heard
fades in words and is worthless
as the Human Laugh rocks the
but the is half-true, and mirthless.
Trying to a reason
from the spinning
but all heard
seem at odds their meanings,
pleasing
but delivered in haste
in their place
my mind screaming.
On the verge of I crash onto the reef
and a cynical steals my senses,
so I to the pew with dimensions askew,
and refuses present tenses.
All the
of the saints that my faint
is a complaint, but the end is
in sight,
why can't I me a way to go?
I want to die in the nave,
but I know it may be me some day
so I've got to find a way I can up
my energies, and a cause to pray
so for something
to I can give my creed...
I'd succumb to the wave,
if I the water taught a way to light;
I'd gladly not brave,
and it's easy to believe what the preacher
except for the conflict raging my head
and my brain.
I don't to die, but just the same--
day....
Waiting for that
that I will come
when have to run
and find sermon...
and Norman
and the priest--
still, I am at
all the doors open.
Inside me all is shared.
As the cracked bells peal it all unreal
but the seventh seal unbroken
and the plate tenders no escape--
I refuse to scrape up a token
of esteem for these
alleyways of the
I must try to divorce from sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So I talk to myself
although I take care to listen
my heart grows more faint--
there's something