Luyện nghe bài hát Occident

Mercy me, the is long.
my pen, to write you this song.

Lord: is it harder to on,
or to know you are done?

All my life, I've felt as
I'm inside a memory,

with the turned down low.

Long-life, your face.
Slow-heart, your taste.
me out of my hiding place.
Long-life, state case.

What in the world are we for--
building cities 'long the shore,
where the batters in,
baiting my kin a matador?

So much value, placed
what lies beyond our plans:
my handkerchief,
running along, the end of the sand.

Long-life, your name.
So of the guessing game.
But, is moving,
out-of-frame:
Slow-heart,
and aim.

Breaching slowly, the sea,
one
flash, the stinger of a bee--
to you away,
a swarming fleet is gonna you
me.

The is getting loose:
spread,
from leaden disuse,
rushing, unhinged,
towards lights,
a headless caboose.

I'll for you,
the ocean,
and do
my no-skin.
But then, Long-life,
you let me in?
And then, Slow-heart,
are you know him?
Long-life, your name.
I wait, I decry the wait.
And I die, may I relate:
heart, congregate.

To your home, and your family,
for distortion of property?
Well, darling, I go.
But you may
here, me.