Luyện nghe bài hát Faint-heart And The Sermon

With my drained of colour
and my brain of
like Billy
I'm lashed to the
senses growing duller
and quaking heart
I make a
at temperature
and my lungs useless air.
Like paraplegic
in formation
my seems
in its movements,
contemplating
could break my bonds--
to be wrong
be, in me, improvement...
but my comprehensive are impaired.
And it absurd, but now all I've heard
fades in words 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,
pleasing
but in such haste
that in their
my mind screaming.
On the verge of belief I 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 demonstrate that 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 me some day
so I've got to a way I can save 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 thought the water taught a way to
I'd gladly not brave,
and it's easy to believe what the says
for the conflict raging between my head
and my brain.
I don't want to die, but the same--
day....
Waiting for moment
that I know will
when I'll to run
and another sermon...
and Norman
and the talking
still, I am at
all the doors open.
Inside me all is shared.
As the bells peal it all seems unreal
but the seventh seal unbroken
and the Offertory tenders no escape--
still I refuse to up a token
of esteem for these
alleyways of the
I try to divorce sense from sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So I talk to myself
I take good care to listen
my heart ever more faint--
there's something