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 or love?
Does she personally ordain every occurrence and every
Or did she set the universe in motion and then on?
To try to top her
Maybe this universe wasn't an at all
Maybe our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our
Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our
Are all just a rehearsal the show
A sketch before the mural, a before the jump
Does she love me? God know I'm here?
I'm thinking about God, I'm about sex
I've been holy all day and in ways that deserve adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight"
But after 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 every I know within a 15 mile radius
It's a terrible thing that deserves adjectives "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, I've been thinking about you ;)"
"Haha, really random, I haven't seen you in so long. What made you think me?"
"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm about sex"
I'm about horses, they're so goddamn regal
Their muscles ripple through their skin like in a little ocean
Magnificent
But why the fuck do they to us?
They're so stronger than they know
But they trade their freedom for a dependable
They let people get on top of them and tell them to go
But how can I
Is that not what I do?
Is that not what we all do?
I'm thinking about
I'm thinking dad
He's 70 and he's starting to get old
Things are gonna change
I don't feel for the change that's coming soon
I am standing on the watching the tsunami grow
From a minuscule in the horizon to a monstrous tidal wave
I am not moving, I am not
I am not scared, I am not wearing
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
'Cause I don't and I don't sacrifice
And youth was my excuse for that, but that excuse is old
I'm gay
I'm thinking dad
I'm thinking 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 cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper
Yeah, I think I'd get in the News
not the New York Times
People'll probably like my more when I die
'Cause they'll no more is coming
You see, people love with endings
Right now, I'm just of a story that's dragging on slowly
Page by page, year by
But people want an ending, they want a
They want a ear in the mail
I don't one
All I have is another poem
And the knowledge that I'll probably die somewhere confused and in a nursing home
I think this plane's gonna crash
I'm thinking about Otis, I'm thinking Kurt
I'm thinking about Dilla, I'm about

Dennis Rodman]
Changed my hair green, and all of a
People looked at me I was the devil
we go