Luyện nghe bài hát O, Porcupine

Without a queen the locust
Turned the to black
like a shadowy tower
On a fish's

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

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

to it!

Messes of men in farmer
Not much for monks but we to be
a silent meal and a pot of chamomile
Gypsies like us be stamped in solidarity

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

Oh, porcupine low in the tree, eyes to mine
You'd be inclined, not to mess with me
At the edge beneath a speechless sky
As His friends slept, Jesus wept and now

And now you say you be set free?
And set me free?
Well, I'm told that can only from
A with the One who never dies

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

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

I never gathered from a thorny branch
I never picked a grapefruit off a bush
And for the past five six years now!
You know you once looked at me
kindness in your eyes

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