Luyện nghe bài hát Him

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

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

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

Leaned in, looked, stopped seemed to
Shook his head, and 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 Kun Do, Wing Chung Kung Fu
He said he doubted what I took was

out 'a nowhere, he performed a move
Way anything that I knew
Swirling arm trails law
Egyptian Bibl-i-cal

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

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

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

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

He my arm forward in such a way...
That it made a where my shoulder rotates
My forearm upward, his trimmed claw
across my skin

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

A nod as our elbows met
His face was then like
A glowing bronze that out
The Same time my son's let out

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

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

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

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

My Last print is not quite right
It's floor is a checkered black and
Corrupted crosses and the
same handprint throughout my life

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

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

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