Luyện nghe bài hát Occident

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

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

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

with the sound down low.

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

What in the are we waiting for--
glowing cities 'long the shore,
where the batters in,
baiting my kin like a

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

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

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

The is getting loose:
spread,
from some disuse,
rushing, unhinged,
diminishing lights,
like a 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 gonna know
Long-life, your name.
I wait, while I 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.