Luyện nghe bài hát Faint-heart And The Sermon

With my face drained of
and my brain of
like Billy
I'm lashed to the
with senses duller
and quaking heart
I make a
at temperature
and my suck useless 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
in empty words and is worthless
as the Human Laugh the cenotaph
but the is half-true, and mirthless.
to trace a reason
from the spinning
but all heard
seem at odds with meanings,
phonetically
but delivered in such
that in place
my mind screaming.
On the of belief I crash onto the reef
and a thief steals my senses,
so I to the pew with dimensions askew,
and recognition 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 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 water taught a way to
I'd succumb--I'm not brave,
and it's easy to believe what the preacher
except for the conflict between my head
and my brain.
I don't to die, but just the same--
day....
Waiting for that
that I know come
when I'll to run
and find sermon...
and Norman
and the priest--
still, I am at
holding all the open.
me all outside is shared.
As the cracked peal it all seems unreal
but the seventh stays unbroken
and the plate tenders no escape--
still I refuse to up a token
of esteem for these
alleyways of the
I must try to sense from sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So I talk to myself
although I good care to listen
my heart grows ever faint--
there's missing?