Luyện nghe bài hát So Come Back, I Am Waiting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight,
and plenty of things to do on his dime.
And plenty of ways to wear his hide tonight,
you've got yours, got mine.
You've got yours, got mine.
So why
did you
Don't you you can't leave his control
only call all his wild works your
So back and we'll take them all on.
So come to your life on the lam.
So come back to your old black 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 waiting to you my lamb"