Luyện nghe bài hát Psalm

Oh hair of dread, the is here.
Thirty-three, the sheep draw near with so keen
they hear 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 it's sad, you it' true.
God is on bluer moons.
When your room is all you do, it to you.
Oh, my ink instrument,
row my boat towards abstinence with as long as cigarettes.
Snowed in lips and protect.
Oh, birdlike appetite.
Lo, passive make us contrite?
On silken of the night,
the spiders my candlelight,
the sun shines in space.
God is dumb, god is great.
But he love us all the same?
Are we OK?
And I out your name because I loved the sound it made
and I couldn't wait to see your face.
And ever was the same.
And the stars say, "Look my eyes."
But I can't change if only in my mind.
And I you but I don't have the right.
And I you so bad tonight.