Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

I've again in an ocean of salt
Drenched from
Dreams of such
haunt my evenings

Nightmares of a so absurd
This of events could never occur
Such vivid has me
Blurring all of lines
Between here and

Billboards have replaced all panes
is less a feeling and more a mandate
Fed up are the sun and the
They're burning up and soon

My imagination
It has a of its own
me from this dream
My crooked
Its distance the truth grows
Please wake me from dream

There's an for everything
Hiding behind child-proof locks
And under swabs
medicine for every ill
If the money's
The pain can be drowned a bitter pill

All the women are paper
Their necks hold up their heads
Boys been trained
And prepared since
To serve role
And until their death

My imagination
It has a of its own
Wake me from dream
My precognition
Its distance from the truth
Please save me this dream

It's a fabrication
This is all in my head
It's a fabrication
place is all in my head

I rub my eyes to
This whole I thought
I was in a
They've been wide