Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

[Intro: Posner]
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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 and every moment
Or did she set the universe in motion and move on?
To try to top her
Maybe this 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 the show
A sketch before the mural, a stretch before the
Does she love me? Does God I'm here?
I'm thinking about God, I'm about sex
I've holy all day and acted in ways that deserve adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight"
But it's after now and I'm bored
I watched a movie on the internet alone and now over
I pick up my phone and text every female I know within a 15 mile
It's a thing that deserves adjectives like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made that up just for
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, up Mike? I'm about 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 waves in a little
beasts
But why the do they listen to us?
They're so much stronger they know
But they trade their for a dependable meal
They let people get on top of and tell them where to go
But how can I
Is that not exactly I do?
Is not exactly what we all do?
I'm about horses
I'm about dad
He's 70 and he's just to get old
Things are gonna change
I don't feel ready for the that's coming soon
I am on the beach watching the tsunami grow
From a minuscule rise in the horizon to a monstrous wave
I am not moving, I am not
I am not scared, I am not swimwear
I am standing on the 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 was my excuse for that, but that excuse is getting old
I'm gay
I'm about dad
I'm thinking death
if this plane goes down?
That be okay, you know, I had a good run
I wonder if a lot of people would come to my
Maybe my fans do something special
Maybe cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper
Yeah, I think I'd get in the Detroit
Probably not the New York
probably like my music more when I die
'Cause they'll know no more is
You see, people 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 that I'll probably die somewhere and decrepit in a nursing home
I don't this plane's gonna crash
I'm thinking about Otis, I'm about Kurt
I'm about Dilla, I'm thinking about

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