Luyện nghe bài hát So Come Back, I Am Waiting

A black boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls.
A black sheep boy dissolves in syringe or in stall.

He
"There's plenty of time to make you tonight,
there's of time to make you mine."

He
"There's of ways to know you're not dying,
all right.
Hell, there's plenty of light still in your eyes."

A black sheep boy horns,
breathing through his microphone.
The airwaves stretch and groan, bleeding, birthing his black diapason.

"There's plenty of things to wear you come to me,
every of sleeve to be rolled.
Millions of rolling that still cling to me.
Every language of is concerned.
So why
did you
from the of some old holy song
some liar as he composed,
some I loved to control?"

A black sheep boy
in hot cream, in moans,
in each dead bed and home,
in each bacterium.

Killing and serial,
he his head, handsome, horned, magisterial.
the smell of the moonlight wisteria.
He's the of the abecedarian.
See the muddy hoofprints where he carried

And there's plenty of ways to claim his tonight,
and there's of things to do on his dime.
And there's plenty of ways to his hide tonight,
got yours, I've got mine.
You've got yours, got mine.
So why
did you
Don't you know you can't leave his
call all his wild works your own?
So back and we'll take them all on.
So come back to your on the lam.
So come back to old black sheep man.

"I'm on hoof and on hand.
I'm waiting, all and damned.
I'm waiting, I and I stamp.
I'm waiting, you that I am,
calmly to make you my lamb"