Luyện nghe bài hát Master Song

I believe that you your master sing
when I was in bed.
I suppose he told you everything
I keep locked away in my head.
Your took you travelling,
well at that's what you said.
And now do you come back to
prisoner wine and bread?

You met him at temple, where
they your clothes at the door.
He was just a numberless man in a
who'd just back from the war.
And you wrap up his face in your hair
and he hands you the core.
Then he your lips now so suddenly bare
of all the we put on some time before.
And he gave you a German to walk
with a of leather and nails,
and he never once made you or talk
about all of the details,
such as who had a and who had a rock,
and who had you the mails.
Now your love is a all over the block,
and it stops not even when your master fails.

And he you up in his aeroplane,
which he without any hands,
and you above the ribbons of rain
that drove the from the stands.
Then he killed the in a lonely Lane
and, an ape with glands,
erased the final wisps of
with the music of bands.

And now I hear master sing,
you for him to come.
His body is a golden
that your is hanging from.
His body is a string,
my has grown numb.
Oh now you hear master sing,
your is all undone.
And you kneel beside this bed
we polished so long ago,
before master chose instead
to make my bed of
Your eyes are wild and your are red
and speaking far too low.
No I can't out what your master said
before he you go.

Then I think you're far too rough
for a lady been to the moon;
I've lain by this window enough
to get to an empty room.
And your love is some in an old man's cough
who is his foot to a tune,
and your are a ruin, you want too much,
let's say you came back some too soon.
I your master perfectly
I taught him all he knew.
He was starving in deep mystery
a man who is sure what is true.
And I sent you to him my guarantee
I teach him something new,
and I taught him how you long for me
no matter he said no matter what you'd do.

I believe that you heard your sing
I was sick in bed,
I'm that he told you everything
I must locked away in my head.
Your master you travelling,
well at that's what you said,
And now do you come back to
your wine and bread?