Luyện nghe bài hát Psalm

Oh of dread, the time is here.
Thirty-three, the sheep draw near eyes so keen
they cannot hear all the lies that buy 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 your is all you do, it comes 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 fasts make us
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 cried out your because I loved the sound it made
and because I couldn't wait to see 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 you but I don't have the right.
And I you so bad tonight.