Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

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

Nightmares of a future so
This fantasy of events could occur
vivid imagery has me
Blurring all kinds of
Between here and

Billboards have replaced all panes
Faith is less a 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
Wake me from this
My precognition
Its from the truth grows
Please wake me this dream

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

All the women are thin
necks barely hold up their heads
Boys have trained
And since birth
To serve their
And fight until death

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

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

I rub my to find
This whole time I
I was in a
been open wide