Luyện nghe bài hát In The Black Room

I was thinking about thinking but it really didn't get me far,
so I I'd throw a Tarot but I only got the Priestess and the Star.
There's a shadow cast between the and the past:
the and I agree to buy some time...
The cards don't tell nor lies,
only and cusp lines
the furniture in the room.
I've been thinking acid, but, it seem there's not a reason tobelieve.
I don't make a vital breakthrough and it walks me like a dog a lead.
It's all and, the way I feel,
I'd to try and make it on my own...
Going to the feeling is
I really me a good pleasure cruise.
But, in my mind,
I'm no or worse, just open to the walls.
Paint peels in the black of my
I'm only talking myself, ordering my treasure shell,
documenting these present as the future sets me reeling...
I'll be is what I am,
I'm trying not to sham or fake.
Use vision as and not as crutch!
It doesn't mateer all much;
whatever happens all survive.
I'm only not to pawn my life.
When I'm (maybe) old and strait-laced, shall I then deny all I feel?
In words of bitter compromise, re-smelt the wrath that's in my
steel?
Be a then?
Or be a
Be a man who hasn't managed yet to write his
The
The holds my hand in the room...
Well, then my ghosts shall down through the years
and lay a upon my soul
ice.