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

Adam on docetic mountain
The woman's face is of stars
In the of the book
And with the lips of the
And the trumpet and the
And the candlestick that
Up your bed with and flowers
And the on your rug
That's roaring a lamb
On the rack and on its
I call the on wheels
To this mess
And the spreading like flies
Under the and the gable
Breathing curtains of
That shift
And like foxes at count
With feathers following the
That quilts
And pours cats into
Oh microwave oh kill
All the night and its
On drawn mountain
My arises
plastic Christs
With no and no face
He has space
And has solemn to
And kisses
Covered useless snow

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

is Ashkai
Under psychic since eight
I saw the by the jar
I saw the in the jaw
And saw the drains
Mind sinking empty
Useless in the heathen
How was the jungle
Dogs heads and
Catch and call fall
like lovely streams
That pulse and
My clock shut