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

Adam stands on docetic
The face is full of stars
In the of the book
And with the of the book
And the trumpet and the
And the candlestick that
Up your bed seeds and flowers
And the on your rug
That's roaring a lamb
On the and on its back
I the martyrs on wheels
To this mess
And the blood spreading like
the table and the gable
Breathing of eyes
shift uneasily
And sniff like foxes at
feathers following the mind
That quilts
And cats into comets
Oh microwave oh galaxy
All the and its names
On docetic drawn
My arises
plastic Christs
With no back and no
He has space
And has to spare
And mountains
Covered with useless

For Paise and for
Under low
Fearful wails to
his brothers
And kills again
And the wheels
in the dirt

There is
psychic attack since eight
I saw the by the jar
I saw the in the jaw
And saw the pale
Mind sinking wine
in the heathen Eden
How was the jungle
Dogs clutch and
Catch and call fall
Murmuring lovely streams
pulse and hurtle
My clock shut