Luyện nghe bài hát Faint-heart And The Sermon

With my face drained of
and my of blood
like Billy
I'm to the grating;
with senses growing
and with quaking
I a start
at temperature
and my lungs suck air.
Like dancers
in formation
my understanding
in its movements,
contemplating
that break my bonds--
to be half
be, in me, improvement...
but my faculties are impaired.
And it seems absurd, but now all heard
fades in empty and is worthless
as the Human rocks the cenotaph
but the is half-true, and mirthless.
Trying to a reason
the spinning words
but all I've
seem at with their meanings,
phonetically
but in such haste
that in their
my commences screaming.
On the verge of belief I onto the reef
and a cynical steals my senses,
so I to the pew with dimensions 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 want to die in the nave,
but I it may be with me some day
so I've got to a way I can save up
my energies, and find a cause to
so something for
to I can give 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 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
that I know come
I'll have to run
and find sermon...
and Norman
and the talking
still, I am at
all the doors open.
Inside me all is shared.
As the cracked bells peal it all seems
but the seventh seal unbroken
and the Offertory plate no escape--
I refuse to scrape up a token
of esteem for these
of the course;
I must try to divorce from sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So I talk to myself
although I take good to listen
my heart grows more faint--
there's something