Luyện nghe bài hát Omen

A eye zapped across the screen,
With tentacle feeler type thin roots,
Reaching for maybe me,
With black block letters,
Chiseled into the white the pupils screaming,
R e v o l u t i o n,
Revolution,
And as the eye and green,
of oozed with no obvious locomotion,
Closer and closer it was like this on my screen,
It split and flowed down each side of the street,
Washing away things that we didn't to see,
Just like beer peanut shells and copies of the daily news,
And then there, bleeding like a stuck pig,
Was a pig,
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