Luyện nghe bài hát Him

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

A man beside me his way through
His slacks and t-shirt both gray/blue
Had a once refined Hannibal face
He Glanced at me and looked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He jerked my arm in such a way...
That it a space where my shoulder rotates
My forearm upward, his claw slid
across my skin

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

A knowing nod as our met
His was then like Baph-o-met
A bronze that 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 just not who I think he was
I heard he was seen in a LeBaron
He touched me on the standin'

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

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

My Last print is not quite right
floor is a checkered black and white
Corrupted crosses and the
That same throughout my life

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

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

Who controls both and saved?
secret goal is to degrade?
What if our Earthly end is
it be less than God you fear?