Luyện nghe bài hát Outside Of The Inside

God never listened to Parker
Parker lived in vain
Blasphemer,
Let a needle numb his
Wash away his music
his demons, damn his pain

And whats the point of Albert
What do we need for?
Heresys his
Corrupt and to the core
his devious mathematics
Curse his atom war

Theres a on the wind
me to glory somewhere
There are signs too for the dumb
perfume in the air
And when I get to
I realize that Im there

Shakespeare, Newton
Small ideas for little
Adding to the senseless
Adding to the noise
Hard to my oratory
Hard to hear my voice

Van Gogh,
Scraping paint onto a
is the fuel of madness
Thats no way to praise the
the color of the pious
Knelt upon the misery

Theres a on the wind
Calling me to glory
are signs too deep for the dumb
Like in the air
And I get to Heaven
I wont realize that Im

Im familiar with the
I dont need to the book
I the world of action
where I can never look
Got no time to help the
Lotus-eaters, Mandarins,

Theres a on the wind
me to glory somewhere
There are signs too for the dumb
perfume in the air
And when I get to
I realize that Im there