Luyện nghe bài hát Him

I was standin' outside my karate class
in my mind, the sky was overcast
A behind me, forced me to move
face, poof, and cut to

A man me making his way through
His slacks and both faded gray/blue
Had a once Hannibal Lector face
He Glanced at me and looked

Then back, "Your son classes here?"
Now he said son, not kid, you
I said "Yes," he said "What style?"
I said a mix, but he ask inside

Leaned in, looked, stopped to sigh
his head, and then replied
"It's great son takes self-defense"
He creeped me out more a little bit

He me if I took classes too
I told him "No," but back when to
Take Jeet Kun Do, Chung Kung Fu
He he doubted what I took was true

Then out 'a nowhere, he a move
Way beyond anything that I
Swirling arm defying law
Magician Bibl-i-cal

He finished his big bicep flexed
Looked like my teacher, read-y set
Expanding of orange and green
me with mean feelings

I could feel his secret intent
And I wished him same consequence
My thought, Attack, no, flee!
Yet I stood there moving

He praised the Chinese Guard
I think for expertise in martial arts
Then he caught himself, stopped
For an instant, looked

He shrugged and for my arm
He acted like I what was going on
I didn't know he had in mind...
But I gave him my arm askin' why

He jerked my arm forward in a way...
That it a space where my shoulder rotates
My forearm upward, his trimmed claw
Purposefully my skin

He Stressed my arm so I no knew
That he could tear my arm off if he to
He wheeled his arm too to see
His elbow touchin' mine...so

A knowing nod as our met
His was then like Baph-o-met
A glowing that faded out
The Same my son's class let out

His grip released as I ducked
Got my son and behind
Nothing so we outside
No of Him, just dim sunlight

He could have been California nut
It's just not who that I he was
I heard he was seen in a LeBaron
He me on the sidewalk standin'

I felt inhabited, my wits getting thin
Was this like that Fallen?
Did he gain control of me?
I at my life and saw a theme

It was in the things I owned
Cryptic designs, red clothes
A blood red with old world vibe
And guess the color of the car I

My Last print is not quite right
It's is a checkered black and white
crosses and the like
That same throughout my life

when a new thought came to me
That maybe the meeting was a blessing
Maybe he was ordered to set me
That the meeting was supposed to * me see

I know others have had such
Then grand lives of deprav-it-y
Nobody knows... but it be...That
They may have misread the true

Who controls both damned and
Who's secret is to degrade?
if our Earthly end is near?
Will it be less God you fear?