Luyện nghe bài hát Him

I was standin' outside my son's karate
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 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
When I said "Yes," he "What style?"
I said a mix, but he ask inside

Leaned in, looked, stopped to sigh
his head, and then replied
"It's great son takes self-defense"
He creeped me out more than a bit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He Stressed my arm so I no doubt
That he 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 was then like Baph-o-met
A bronze that faded out
The Same time my son's let out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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