Luyện nghe bài hát Faint-heart And The Sermon

With my face of colour
and my of blood
like Budd
I'm to the grating;
with senses duller
and quaking heart
I make a
at equating
and my lungs useless air.
Like paraplegic
in team
my understanding
in its movements,
contemplating
that break my bonds--
to be half
be, in me, improvement...
but my comprehensive 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
seem at odds their meanings,
phonetically
but delivered in haste
in their place
my mind screaming.
On the verge of belief I crash onto the
and a thief steals my senses,
so I cling to the pew with askew,
and recognition present tenses.
All the
of the saints demonstrate my faint
is a complaint, but the end is
in sight,
why I find 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 find a to pray
so for something
to which I can 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 believe the preacher says
except for the raging between my head
and my brain.
I want to die, but just the same--
day....
Waiting for moment
that I know will
when have to run
and another sermon...
Everyman and
and the priest--
still, I am at
all the doors open.
Inside me all is shared.
As the cracked bells peal it all seems
but the seventh stays unbroken
and the Offertory plate tenders no
I refuse to scrape up a token
of for these false
of the course;
I must try to sense from sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So when I talk to
I take good care to listen
my heart ever more faint--
there's something