Luyện nghe bài hát Occident

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

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

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

with the sound down low.

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

in the world are we waiting for--
building glowing 'long the shore,
where the wind in,
baiting my kin like a

So much value, upon
lies just 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, like the stinger of a
to you away,
a swarming fleet is gonna you
me.

The is getting loose:
spread,
from some disuse,
rushing, unhinged,
towards 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 know him?
Long-life, speak name.
I wait, I decry the wait.
And when I die, may I
heart, congregate.

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