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

He
"There's plenty of ways to 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 stretch and they groan, bleeding, birthing his black diapason.

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

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

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

And plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight,
and there's of things to do on his dime.
And there's plenty of 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 can't leave his
only call all his works your own?
So come back and we'll them all on.
So back to your life on the lam.
So come back to your old black 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,
waiting to make you my lamb"