Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

[Intro: Mike
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[Verse: Posner]
I'm about God
Is it a he or a she or a feeling or
Does she personally ordain every occurrence and moment
Or did she set the in motion and then move on?
To try to top her
Maybe universe wasn't an achievement at all
our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our diseases
Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our
Are all just a rehearsal before the
A sketch before the mural, a before the jump
Does she me? Does God know I'm here?
I'm about God, I'm thinking about sex
I've been holy all day and acted in ways that deserve like "honorable," "good," and "straight"
But it's 10PM now and I'm bored
I watched a movie on the internet alone and now it's
I pick up my phone and text female I know within a 15 mile radius
It's a terrible thing deserves adjectives like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made that up just for
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, what's up Mike? I'm to get in bed, you?"
"Well, I'm chilling, just been thinking about you ;)"
"Haha, really random, I seen you in so long. What made you think about me?"
"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm about sex"
I'm about horses, they're so goddamn regal
muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a little ocean
Magnificent
But why the fuck do they to us?
They're so much stronger than know
But trade their freedom for a dependable meal
let people get on top of them and tell them where to go
But how can I
Is that not what I do?
Is not exactly what we all do?
I'm thinking horses
I'm thinking dad
He's 70 and just starting to get old
are gonna change soon
I don't feel for the change that's coming soon
I am on the beach watching the tsunami grow
From a minuscule rise in the horizon to a monstrous tidal
I am not moving, I am not
I am not scared, I am not swimwear
I am on the beach waiting for the tsunami
And dad taught me love and sacrifice
But sort of like a book that you read and forgot about
I don't love and I don't sacrifice
And was my excuse for that, but that excuse is getting old
I'm gay
I'm thinking dad
I'm about death
What if plane goes down?
would be okay, you know, I had a good run
I wonder if a lot of people come to my funeral
Maybe my fans do something special
Maybe they'd cry and maybe it'd be in the
Yeah, I think I'd get in the Detroit
Probably not the New York
People'll probably like my music more I die
they'll know no more is coming
You see, people love with endings
Right now, I'm just sort of a that's dragging on slowly
by page, year by year
But want an ending, they want a crash
They want a ear in the fucking
I have one
All I have is another poem
And the knowledge that I'll probably die somewhere and decrepit in a nursing home
I don't think plane's gonna crash
I'm thinking about Otis, I'm thinking Kurt
I'm thinking Dilla, I'm thinking about

[Outro: Rodman]
my hair green, and all of a sudden
People looked at me like I was the
we go