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 with the of the book
And the trumpet and the
And the candlestick that
Up your bed with seeds and
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 flies
Under the table and the
Breathing curtains of
shift uneasily
And like foxes at count
With following the mind
That stitches
And pours cats into
Oh oh galaxy kill
All the night and its
On docetic mountain
My dragon
plastic Christs
With no and no face
He has stolen
And has to spare
And kisses
Covered with useless

For Paise and for
Under low
wails to fall
Under his
And Bloodface again
And the wheels
Drawing in the

There is
Under psychic attack since
I saw the by the jar
I saw the in the jaw
And saw the drains
Mind sinking wine
Useless in the heathen
How great was the
Dogs heads and
Catch and call bulls
Murmuring lovely streams
pulse and hurtle
My clock shut