Luyện nghe bài hát Him

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

A man beside me making his way
His slacks and both faded gray/blue
Had a once refined Hannibal Lector
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 replied
"It's great 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
Take Kun Do, Wing Chung Kung Fu
He said he doubted what I was true

Then out 'a nowhere, he performed a
Way anything that I knew
Swirling arm defying law
Magician Bibl-i-cal

He with his big bicep flexed
Looked like my first teacher, set
Expanding of orange and green
Encircled me with mean

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

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

He shrugged and for my arm
He like I knew what was going on
I know what he had in mind...
But I gave him my arm askin' why

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

He Stressed my arm so I no doubt
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 bronze faded out
The Same time my class let out

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

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

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

It was present in the things I
Cryptic designs, red workout
A red office with 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
same handprint throughout my life

That's when a new came to me
maybe the meeting 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 grand of deprav-it-y
knows... but it could be...That
They may have misread the meaning

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