Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

[Intro: Mike
Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-
Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis

Mike Posner]
I'm about God
Is it a he or a she or a feeling or
Does she personally every occurrence and every moment
Or did she set the in motion and then move on?
To try to top her
this universe wasn't an achievement at all
Maybe our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our
Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our
Are all a rehearsal before the show
A before the mural, a stretch before the jump
Does she me? Does God know I'm here?
I'm thinking about God, I'm thinking sex
been holy all day and acted in ways that deserve adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight"
But it's after 10PM now and I'm
I watched a movie on the internet and now it's over
I pick up my phone and text every female I know a 15 mile radius
It's a terrible thing that deserves like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I that up just for myself
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, what's up Mike? I'm to get in bed, you?"
"Well, I'm chilling, I've just been thinking 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 thinking sex"
I'm thinking about horses, they're so goddamn
Their muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a ocean
beasts
But why the fuck do listen to us?
They're so much stronger they know
But they their freedom for a dependable meal
They let people get on top of them and tell where to go
But how can I
Is that not what I do?
Is not exactly what we all do?
I'm thinking about
I'm thinking dad
He's 70 and he's just to get old
Things are change soon
I don't feel for the change that's coming soon
I am standing on the beach watching the grow
a minuscule rise 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 standing on the waiting for the tsunami
And dad taught me love and sacrifice
But that's sort of like a book you read and forgot about
'Cause I don't love and I don't
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 this plane goes
would be okay, you know, I had a good run
I wonder if a lot of people would come to my
Maybe my fans would do special
Maybe they'd cry and it'd be in the newspaper
Yeah, I I'd get in the Detroit News
not the New York Times
People'll probably like my more when I die
'Cause they'll no more is coming
You see, love stories with endings
now, I'm just sort of a story that's dragging on slowly
Page by page, year by
But people want an ending, they a crash
They want a ear in the mail
I have one
All I have is another poem
And the knowledge I'll probably die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home
I don't think this gonna crash
I'm about Otis, I'm thinking about Kurt
I'm thinking about Dilla, I'm about

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