Luyện nghe bài hát So Come Back, I Am Waiting

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

He
"There's of time to make you mine 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 in your eyes."

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

"There's plenty of things to wear you come 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 laughed as he composed,
some liar I to control?"

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

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

And there's plenty of ways to claim his 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 back and we'll them all on.
So come to your life on the lam.
So come back to 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 that I am,
calmly to make you my lamb"