Luyện nghe bài hát O, Porcupine

Without a queen the swarm
the ground to black
Descending like a tower
On a back

And the sticks
Who crawled snakes in the sand
As the red clay took the form of a
Who rushed a moth
To the flame of my hand
My little world, my sad little

A speckled bird humbly
Ran the road when it could have flown
And it me smile at the water's edge, Babylon
As we laid and slept, the river for you, O' Zion!
The cry out, bells shake the sky
All groans, "Shh!"

to it!

Messes of men in poverty
Not much for monks but we to be
Share a silent and a pot of chamomile
Gypsies like us should be stamped in

And I you in my fond but distant memory
While awaken the Mother Hen to gather me
Who regretfully wrote, have a decent ear for notes
But you can't yet harmony'

Oh, porcupine low in the tree, your to mine
be well inclined, not to mess with me
At the garden's beneath a speechless sky
As His friends slept, Jesus wept and now

And now you say you wanna be set
And set me free?
Well, I'm told that can come from
A union with the One who dies

In my world, in my sad little world
I a plaster wall, my little world
In my world, I was waiting, just dying
To offense at something, in my little world
In my little world, in my sad world
That's all is in my little world

In a light shines on me
In a light shines on you

I gathered figs from a thorny branch
I picked a grapefruit off a bramble bush
And for the past five six years now!
You you haven't once looked at me
With kindness in your

You say, 'Judas is a brother of
But sister in our darkness a shines
And all I want to say for the rest of my life
Is how that is God
And I've been mistaken on this or that point
light is nevertheless God