Luyện nghe bài hát So Come Back, I Am Waiting

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

He
"There's plenty of time to make you tonight,
there's plenty of 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 boy grows horns,
breathing smoke his microphone.
The airwaves and they groan, bleeding, birthing his black diapason.

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

A sheep boy dissolves
in hot cream, in moans,
in dead bed and empty home,
in seething bacterium.

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

And plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight,
and plenty 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
only call all his wild works own?
So come back and we'll take all on.
So back to your life 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"