Luyện nghe bài hát Occident

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

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

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

with the sound turned low.

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

What in the world are we for--
building glowing cities the shore,
the wind batters in,
baiting my kin like a

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

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

Breaching slowly, the sea,
one
flash, like the stinger of a
to you away,
a fleet is gonna take you
me.

The universe is loose:
spread,
from leaden disuse,
rushing, unhinged,
diminishing lights,
like a caboose.

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

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