Luyện nghe bài hát O, Porcupine

Without a queen the swarm
Turned the to black
Descending like a shadowy
On a back

And scattered the
Who crawled like snakes in the
As the red clay the form of a lizard
Who rushed a moth
To the flame of my open
My little world, my sad little

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

to it!

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

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

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

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

In my little world, in my sad little
I patched a plaster wall, my little
In my little world, I was waiting, dying
To offense at something, in my little world
In my little world, in my sad little
all there is in my little world

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

I never gathered 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 eyes

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