Luyện nghe bài hát So Come Back, I Am Waiting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And there's of ways to claim 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 know you leave his control
only call all his wild works own?
So come and we'll take them all on.
So come back to 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 know I am,
calmly to make you my lamb"