Luyện nghe bài hát So Come Back, I Am Waiting

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

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

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

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

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

A black 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.
He's the smell of the wisteria.
the thrill of the abecedarian.
See the hoofprints where he carried you?

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