Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

I've woken in an ocean of salt
Drenched from
of such horror
They haunt my

Nightmares of a so absurd
This fantasy of could never occur
vivid imagery has me
Blurring all kinds of
here and reality

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

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

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

All the are paper thin
Their necks barely up their heads
Boys have been
And prepared since
To their role
And until their death

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

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

I rub my to find
This time I thought
I was in a
They've been wide