Luyện nghe bài hát So Come Back, I Am Waiting

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

He
"There's plenty of time to make you tonight,
plenty 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 left in eyes."

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

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

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

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

And there's plenty of ways to his crimes tonight,
and plenty of things to do on his dime.
And there's of ways to wear his hide tonight,
got yours, I've 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 works your own?
So come back and we'll take all on.
So come back to life on the lam.
So come to your old black sheep man.

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