Luyện nghe bài hát Him

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

A man beside me his way through
His and t-shirt both faded gray/blue
Had a refined Hannibal Lector face
He Glanced at me and away

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

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

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

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

He finished his big bicep flexed
Looked my first 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 without moving

He praised the Imperial Guard
I think for their in martial arts
Then he himself, stopped inexplicably
For an instant, looked

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

He my arm forward in such a way...
it made a space where my shoulder rotates
My upward, his trimmed claw slid
Purposefully my skin

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

A knowing nod as our met
His face was then like
A glowing bronze faded out
The time my son's class let out

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

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

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

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

My Last Supper is not quite right
floor is a checkered black and white
Corrupted crosses and the
same handprint throughout my life

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

I know others have had meetings
Then lived grand lives of
Nobody knows... but it be...That
may have misread the true meaning

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