Luyện nghe bài hát Master Song

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

You met him at some temple,
take your clothes at the door.
He was a numberless man in a chair
just come back from the war.
And you wrap up his tired face in your
and he hands you the core.
Then he touches lips now so suddenly bare
of all the kisses we put on time before.
And he gave you a Shepherd to walk
with a of leather and nails,
and he never once made you explain or
about all of the details,
as who had a word and who had a rock,
and who had you the mails.
Now your love is a secret all the block,
and it never stops not even when master fails.

And he you up in his aeroplane,
he flew without any hands,
and you cruised above the ribbons of
that drove the crowd the stands.
Then he killed the lights in a 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 string
your body is hanging from.
His body is a string,
my body has numb.
Oh now you hear your sing,
your is all undone.
And will you kneel beside bed
that we so long ago,
before your chose instead
to my bed of snow?
eyes are wild and your knuckles are red
and speaking far too low.
No I can't out what your master said
he made you go.

Then I think you're playing far too
for a lady who's to the moon;
I've lain by this window long
to get to an empty room.
And your is some dust 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 time too soon.
I your master perfectly
I taught him all he knew.
He was in some deep mystery
like a man who is what is true.
And I sent you to him with my
I could him something new,
and I taught him how you long for me
no matter what he said no matter what do.

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