Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

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I'm thinking God
Is it a he or a she or a feeling or
Does she personally ordain every and every moment
Or did she set the universe in and then move on?
To try to top her
Maybe this universe 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 before the
A before the mural, a stretch before the jump
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 it's
I pick up my phone and text every female I know within a 15 mile
It's a terrible thing that deserves adjectives "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made that up for myself
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, what's up I'm about to get in bed, you?"
"Well, I'm chilling, I've been thinking about you ;)"
"Haha, really random, I haven't you in so long. What made you think about me?"
"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm thinking sex"
I'm about horses, they're so goddamn regal
Their muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a ocean
Magnificent
But why the fuck do listen to us?
They're so stronger than they know
But they trade their freedom for a dependable
They let get on top of them 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 thinking 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 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 wearing
I am standing on the beach for the tsunami
And dad taught me love and sacrifice
But that's sort of like a book that you read and about
'Cause I love 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 about
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
my fans would do something special
Maybe cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper
Yeah, I I'd get in the Detroit News
Probably not the New Times
People'll probably like my more when I die
'Cause they'll no more is coming
You see, people love stories endings
Right now, I'm just sort of a story that's dragging on
Page by page, year by
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 confused and decrepit in a nursing home
I don't think this plane's gonna
I'm thinking Otis, I'm thinking about Kurt
I'm thinking Dilla, I'm thinking about

Dennis Rodman]
Changed my green, and all of a sudden
People looked at me like I was the
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