Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

[Intro: Mike
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[Verse: Posner]
I'm thinking God
Is it a he or a she or a feeling or
Does she personally ordain occurrence and every 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
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 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 10PM now and I'm bored
I watched a movie on the internet and now it's over
I pick up my phone and text every female I within a 15 mile radius
It's a terrible 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 just been about you ;)"
"Haha, really random, I haven't seen you in so long. What made you about me?"
"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm thinking sex"
I'm thinking about horses, they're so regal
Their muscles ripple through skin like waves in a little ocean
Magnificent
But why the do they listen to us?
They're so much stronger they know
But they trade freedom for a dependable meal
They let people get on top of and tell them where to go
But how can I
Is that not what I do?
Is that not what we all do?
I'm about horses
I'm thinking dad
He's 70 and he's starting to get old
are gonna change soon
I don't feel ready for the change coming soon
I am standing on the beach watching the tsunami
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 beach waiting for the
And dad me about 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 excuse is getting old
I'm gay
I'm about dad
I'm about death
What if this plane down?
That would be okay, you know, I had a 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 I'd get in the Detroit News
not the New York Times
People'll probably like my music when I die
'Cause they'll know no more is
You see, people love with endings
Right now, I'm sort of a story that's dragging on slowly
Page by page, year by
But people want an ending, they a crash
want a ear in the fucking mail
I have one
All I is another lousy 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 thinking Dilla, I'm thinking about

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