Luyện nghe bài hát Psalm

Oh of dread, the time is here.
Thirty-three, the sheep draw near with eyes so
they cannot all the lies that buy their ears.
Oh, horsepants, chest.
Oh, sex ghost. Oh, of neck.
The tears are on her breasts.
The bed is out again.
If sad, you know it' true.
God is on bluer moons.
When room is all you do, it comes to you.
Oh, my ink instrument,
row my boat towards with thoughts as long as cigarettes.
in lips and cross protect.
Oh, that appetite.
Lo, passive make us contrite?
On highways of the night,
the spiders my candlelight,
where the sun in space.
God is dumb, god is great.
But does he us all the same?
Are we OK?
And I out your name because I loved the sound it made
and because I couldn't to see your face.
And ever was the same.
And the say, "Look into my eyes."
But I change if it's only in my mind.
And I love you but I have the right.
And I you so bad tonight.