Luyện nghe bài hát So Come Back, I Am Waiting

A black sheep boy 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 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 left in your eyes."

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

"There's plenty of things to wear you come to me,
every of sleeve to be rolled.
Millions of rolling that still 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 I loved to control?"

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

Killing and serial,
he his head, handsome, horned, magisterial.
He's the smell of the wisteria.
the thrill of the abecedarian.
See the muddy 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 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 his control
only all his wild works your own?
So come back and take them all on.
So come back to 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 to make you my lamb"