Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

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

Nightmares of a future so
This fantasy of could never occur
Such vivid has me
all kinds of lines
Between here and

have replaced all window panes
Faith is less a 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 from this
My precognition
Its distance from the grows
wake me from this dream

There's an answer for
Hiding behind plastic locks
And under swabs
There's for every ill
If the right
The pain can be drowned with a pill

All the are paper thin
Their necks hold up their heads
have been trained
And since birth
To serve their
And fight until their

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

only a fabrication
This is all in my head
only a fabrication
This is all in my head

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