Luyện nghe bài hát So Come Back, I Am Waiting

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

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

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

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

"There's of things to wear 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 song
some liar as he composed,
some liar I to control?"

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

softly 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 you?

And plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight,
and plenty of things to do on his dime.
And there's plenty of ways to wear his tonight,
you've got yours, got mine.
You've got yours, got mine.
So why
did you
Don't you know you can't his control
call all his wild works your own?
So come back and we'll them all on.
So come back to your on the lam.
So come back to old black 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"