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 when you are

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.
Smoke me out of my place.
Long-life, state case.

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

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

Long-life, speak 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 take you
me.

The universe is 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, while I the wait.
And when I die, may I
heart, congregate.

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