Luyện nghe bài hát Psalm

Oh hair of dread, the is here.
Thirty-three, the sheep draw near eyes so keen
they cannot hear all the lies 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 on bluer moons.
When your room is all you do, it to you.
Oh, my ink instrument,
row my boat towards abstinence with thoughts as as cigarettes.
in lips and cross protect.
Oh, that 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 does he 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 nothing was the same.
And the stars say, "Look 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.