Luyện nghe bài hát Faint-heart And The Sermon

With my face of colour
and my of blood
like Budd
I'm lashed to the
with senses duller
and quaking heart
I a start
at temperature
and my suck useless air.
Like dancers
in formation
my understanding
in its movements,
contemplating
that break my bonds--
to be wrong
be, in me, improvement...
but my comprehensive are impaired.
And it absurd, but now all I've 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 I've
seem at odds with meanings,
pleasing
but delivered in haste
in their place
my mind screaming.
On the verge of 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 demonstrate that my
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 got to find a way I can save up
my energies, and find a cause to
so something for
to I can give my creed...
I'd gladly to the wave,
if I the water taught a way to light;
I'd succumb--I'm not brave,
and it's easy to believe the preacher says
for the conflict raging between my head
and my brain.
I want to die, but just the same--
day....
Waiting for moment
that I know will
I'll have to run
and another sermon...
and Norman
and the priest--
still, I am at
holding all the open.
Inside me all is shared.
As the bells peal it all seems unreal
but the seventh seal stays
and the plate tenders no escape--
still I refuse to scrape up a
of esteem for false
of the course;
I must try to divorce from sensing.
me again,
me the way to go.
So I talk to myself
although I good care to listen
my grows ever more faint--
there's something