Luyện nghe bài hát Farm

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

And oh, who,
Who are these
What are they
Dont take me to them.

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

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

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

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

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

And your sorter of souls, hes asleep in his empyrean-- the best hes had
And its a tie in a 3-way pilgrimage-- 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 you're furious? Ill take, Ill take it back

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