Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

I've woken again in an of salt
Drenched from
Dreams of such
They haunt my

of a future so absurd
This fantasy of events could occur
Such vivid has me
Blurring all of lines
Between here and

Billboards have all window panes
Faith is a feeling and more a mandate
Fed up are the sun and the
They're up and leaving soon

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

There's an answer for
Hiding behind child-proof plastic
And under cotton
There's for every ill
If the right
The pain can be with a bitter pill

All the women are thin
Their necks barely up their heads
have been trained
And prepared since
To serve their
And fight their death

My twisted
It has a of its own
me from this dream
My crooked
Its distance from the grows
save me from this dream

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

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