Luyện nghe bài hát Farm

Oh,
What is science?
What are you
To take me back to where Ive

And oh, who,
Who are these
are they doing?
Dont me back to them.

I to welcome witchcraft like an old familiar silk
And I all of the reasons Ive put reason on a hill.
But I am still trying, oh!, trying hard to
the madness of a tyrant Im relying on the kill

And my heart, heart, is not that sort of part of me that does anything than beat...

Ive been taken up tales, they are a welcome alibi.
Since I've tried, but then I quit, to look you squarely in the eye.
And I my familys scattered.
Its my fault they left,
But they exploded and Im left with omnicide

And no I worried on my sadness
Because I never it on me.
So Ive got a reason to think this is the strangest, oh its the way to be...

How could the single mind in my head, oh, be so very very ready to go and just
itself dead?

And your sorter of souls, hes asleep in his the best hes ever had
And its a tie in a pilgrimage-- you're furious? Ill take, Ill take it back
Your sorter of souls, hes asleep in his empyrean-- the best hes had
Are you minding your time in the pilgrimage-- you're furious? Ill take, Ill take it

I am breaking down factory lines -- thats all Im asking of myself.