Luyện nghe bài hát Faint-heart And The Sermon

With my face of colour
and my of blood
like Billy
I'm lashed to the
with senses duller
and with heart
I make a
at equating
and my lungs suck air.
Like dancers
in team
my seems
in its movements,
contemplating
that break my bonds--
to be wrong
be, in me, improvement...
but my faculties are impaired.
And it absurd, but now all I've heard
fades in empty words and is
as the Human Laugh the cenotaph
but the is half-true, and mirthless.
Trying to trace a
from the spinning
but all heard
seem at with their meanings,
phonetically
but delivered in such
in their place
my mind screaming.
On the verge of belief I crash onto the
and a cynical steals my senses,
so I cling to the pew with askew,
and recognition refuses 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 it may be with 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 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 conflict raging my head
and my brain.
I don't want to die, but just the
day....
Waiting for that
that I know will
I'll have to run
and another sermon...
and Norman
and the talking
still, I am at
holding all the open.
me all outside is shared.
As the bells peal it all seems unreal
but the seventh stays unbroken
and the Offertory plate no escape--
still I refuse to up a token
of for these false
alleyways of the
I must try to sense from sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So when I to myself
although I take good to listen
my heart grows ever faint--
something missing?