Luyện nghe bài hát Him

I was standin' outside my son's 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 away

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

in, looked, stopped seemed to sigh
Shook his head, and then
"It's your son takes self-defense"
He creeped me out than a little bit

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

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

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

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

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

He and motioned for my arm
He acted like I knew was going on
I know what he had in mind...
But I him my arm without askin' why

He jerked my arm in such a way...
That it made a space where my shoulder
My forearm upward, his trimmed claw
Purposefully across my

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

A knowing nod as our met
His face was then Baph-o-met
A glowing bronze that out
The time my son's class let out

His grip released as I ducked
Got my son and behind
so we went outside
No hint of Him, just dim

He could have another California nut
It's not who that I think he was
I he was seen in a Chrysler LeBaron
He me on the sidewalk standin'

I felt inhabited, my wits were getting
Was this like movie Fallen?
Did he somehow control of me?
I at my life and saw a theme

It was in the things I owned
designs, red workout clothes
A red office with old world vibe
And guess the of the car I drive

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

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

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

Who controls damned and saved?
Who's secret goal is to
What if our Earthly end is
Will it be than God you fear?