Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

I've woken again in an ocean of
Drenched recurring
of such horror
They my evenings

Nightmares of a future so
fantasy of events could never occur
Such imagery has me
all kinds of lines
Between and reality

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

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

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

All the women are paper
Their necks barely up their heads
have been trained
And prepared birth
To serve role
And until their death

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

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

I rub my to find
whole time I thought
I was in a
They've open wide