Luyện nghe bài hát Him

I was standin' 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 me making his way through
His slacks and t-shirt both gray/blue
Had a once 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 said a mix, but he should ask

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

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

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

He with his big bicep flexed
Looked my first teacher, read-y set
ripples of orange 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 moving

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

He and motioned for my arm
He acted like I knew 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 made a space where my rotates
My forearm upward, his trimmed claw
Purposefully across my

He my arm so I no doubt knew
That he could my arm off if he wanted to
He his arm too fast to see
His elbow touchin' mine...so

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 as I ducked inside
Got my son and looked
Nothing so we outside
No of Him, just dim sunlight

He have been another California nut
It's just not who that I he was
I heard he was seen in a Chrysler
He touched me on the standin'

I felt inhabited, my were getting thin
Was like that 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 the color of the car I drive

My Last Supper print is not quite
floor is a checkered black and white
Corrupted and the like
That handprint throughout my life

when a new thought came to me
That maybe the meeting was a blessing
he was ordered to set me free?
That the meeting was supposed to * me see

I know have had such meetings
Then lived lives of deprav-it-y
knows... but it could be...That
They may have the true meaning

Who controls both and saved?
Who's secret is to degrade?
What if our end is near?
Will it be less than God you