Luyện nghe bài hát Psalm

Oh hair of dread, the is here.
Thirty-three, the draw near with eyes so keen
they cannot hear all the lies that buy ears.
Oh, horsepants, chest.
Oh, sex ghost. Oh, of neck.
The are crashing on her breasts.
The bed is out again.
If sad, you know it' true.
God is glad on moons.
When your room is all you do, it to you.
Oh, my ink instrument,
row my boat towards with thoughts as long as cigarettes.
in lips and cross protect.
Oh, birdlike appetite.
Lo, passive fasts us contrite?
On silken of the night,
the spiders my candlelight,
where the sun in space.
God is dumb, god is great.
But does he love us all the
Are we OK?
And I cried out your name I loved the sound it made
and I couldn't wait 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.