Luyện nghe bài hát Faint-heart And The Sermon

With my drained of colour
and my of blood
like Budd
I'm lashed to the
with senses growing
and with quaking
I a start
at equating
and my lungs useless air.
Like paraplegic
in team
my seems
in its movements,
contemplating
that could my bonds--
to be wrong
be, in me, improvement...
but my comprehensive are impaired.
And it seems absurd, but now all heard
fades in empty and is worthless
as the Laugh rocks the cenotaph
but the is half-true, and mirthless.
Trying to trace a
from the words
but all I've
seem at odds with meanings,
pleasing
but delivered in haste
that in their
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 demonstrate my faint
is a complaint, but the end is
in sight,
why I find me a way to go?
I want to die in the nave,
but I it may be with me some day
so got to find a way I can save up
my energies, and find a cause to
so something for
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 what the says
except for the conflict raging between my
and my brain.
I don't to die, but just the same--
day....
Waiting for that
that I will come
when I'll to run
and another sermon...
Everyman and
and the talking
still, I am at
all the doors open.
Inside me all is shared.
As the cracked peal it all seems unreal
but the seventh seal stays
and the Offertory plate tenders no
I refuse to scrape up a token
of esteem for false
of the course;
I must try to divorce sense sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So when I to myself
although I take good care to
my heart ever more faint--
there's something