Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

I've woken again in an of salt
from recurring
Dreams of such
They my evenings

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

Billboards replaced all window panes
Faith is less a feeling and more a
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 precognition
Its distance the truth grows
Please wake me from dream

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

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

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

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

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