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 of the book
And with the of the book
And the trumpet and the
And the candlestick that
Up your bed with and flowers
And the on your rug
That's roaring like a
On the and on its back
I call the on wheels
To this mess
And the blood spreading like
the table and the gable
Breathing of eyes
That uneasily
And sniff like foxes at
With feathers the mind
stitches quilts
And pours into comets
Oh microwave oh kill
All the and its names
On docetic mountain
My arises
Scaling Christs
no back and no face
He has stolen
And has solemn to
And mountains
Covered with useless

For and for Thekla
low volcanoes
Fearful wails to
Under his
And kills again
And smothers the
in the dirt

There is
Under attack since eight
I saw the by the jar
I saw the in the jaw
And saw the pale
sinking empty wine
Useless in the Eden
How was the jungle
Dogs clutch and
Catch and call fall
Murmuring lovely streams
That and hurtle
My clock shot