Luyện nghe bài hát Psalm

Oh hair of dread, the is here.
Thirty-three, the sheep draw with eyes so keen
they cannot hear all the that buy their 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.
your room is all you do, it comes to you.
Oh, my ink instrument,
row my boat towards with thoughts as long as cigarettes.
Snowed in and cross protect.
Oh, that appetite.
Lo, fasts make us contrite?
On silken of the night,
the crawl 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 cried out your name because I loved the it made
and because I couldn't wait to see face.
And nothing 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.