Luyện nghe bài hát Him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He my arm forward in such a way...
That it made a where my shoulder rotates
My upward, his trimmed claw 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 like
A glowing that faded out
The Same time my son's let out

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

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

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

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

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

That's a new thought came to me
That maybe the meeting was a blessing
he was ordered to set me free?
That the meeting was to * make me see

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

Who controls damned and saved?
Who's goal is to degrade?
What if our end is near?
it be less than God you fear?