Luyện nghe bài hát Him

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

A man me making his way through
His slacks and t-shirt both faded
Had a once Hannibal Lector face
He Glanced at me and away

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

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

He asked me if I classes too
I told him "No," but when used to
Jeet Kun Do, Wing Chung Kung Fu
He said he doubted I took was true

Then out 'a nowhere, he performed a
Way beyond that I knew
arm trails defying law
Egyptian Magician

He with his big bicep flexed
Looked my first teacher, read-y set
ripples of orange and green
Encircled me with feelings

I feel his secret murderous intent
And I wished him same consequence
My thought, Attack, no, flee!
Yet I there without moving

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

He shrugged and for my arm
He like I knew what was going on
I didn't what he had in mind...
But I him my arm without askin' why

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

He Stressed my arm so I no knew
he could tear my arm off if he wanted to
He his arm too fast to see
His elbow mine...so gently

A nod as our elbows met
His face was then Baph-o-met
A bronze that faded out
The Same my son's class let out

His grip released as I inside
Got my son and looked
Nothing so we went
No hint of Him, just dim

He have been another California nut
It's just not who I think he was
I heard he was seen in a Chrysler
He touched me on the sidewalk

I inhabited, my wits were getting thin
Was like that movie Fallen?
Did he somehow control of me?
I looked at my life and saw a

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

My Last Supper is not quite right
It's is a checkered black and white
Corrupted crosses and the
That same handprint throughout my

That's when a new thought to me
That maybe the was a veiled blessing
Maybe he was to set me free?
That the was supposed to * make me see

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

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