Luyện nghe bài hát I Looked To The Southside Of The Door

Adam on docetic mountain
The woman's face is full of
In the words of the
And the lips of the book
And the and the seal
And the that lights
Up your bed with seeds and
And the on your rug
That's roaring like a
On the rack and on its
I call the martyrs on
To this piss-poor
And the blood spreading flies
Under the and the gable
Breathing curtains of
That shift
And sniff foxes at count
With feathers the mind
That quilts
And cats into comets
Oh microwave oh kill
All the night and its
On docetic drawn
My dragon
Scaling Christs
With no back and no
He has space
And has solemn to
And kisses
with useless snow

For and for Thekla
low volcanoes
Fearful to fall
his brothers
And Bloodface kills
And smothers the
Drawing in the

is Ashkai
Under psychic attack eight
I saw the by the jar
I saw the in the jaw
And saw the pale
Mind sinking empty
in the heathen Eden
How great was the
Dogs heads and
Catch and fall bulls
like lovely streams
That pulse and
My shot shut