Luyện nghe bài hát Master Song

I that you heard your master sing
I was sick in bed.
I suppose that he told you
I keep locked away in my head.
Your took you travelling,
well at least what you said.
And now do you back to bring
your prisoner wine and

You met him at some temple,
they take clothes at the door.
He was just a numberless man in a
who'd just back from the war.
And you wrap up his tired face in hair
and he you the apple core.
Then he touches lips now so suddenly bare
of all the kisses we put on some before.
And he gave you a German Shepherd to
a collar 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 secret all the block,
and it never not even when your master fails.

And he you up in his aeroplane,
which he flew any hands,
and you cruised the ribbons of rain
that the crowd from the stands.
Then he the lights in a lonely Lane
and, an ape with glands,
the final wisps of pain
with the music of bands.

And now I your master sing,
you for him to come.
His is a golden string
your body is hanging from.
His is a golden string,
my has grown numb.
Oh now you hear your sing,
shirt 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 you're far too low.
No I can't make out your master said
before he you go.

Then I you're playing far too rough
for a who's been to the moon;
lain by this window long enough
to get used to an room.
And your love is some dust in an old man's
who is tapping his to a tune,
and thighs are a ruin, you want too much,
let's say you came back some too soon.
I loved your perfectly
I him all that he knew.
He was in some deep mystery
like a man who is sure is true.
And I sent you to him my guarantee
I could him something new,
and I taught him how you would for me
no matter what he said no matter what do.

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