Luyện nghe bài hát So Come Back, I Am Waiting

A black sheep boy revolves over 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 to make you mine."

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

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

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

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

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

And there's plenty of to claim his crimes tonight,
and plenty of things to do on his dime.
And there's plenty of to wear his hide tonight,
you've got yours, got mine.
You've got yours, got mine.
So why
did you
Don't you know you can't leave his
only all his wild works your own?
So come back and we'll them all on.
So come back to life on the lam.
So come back to your old 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 know I am,
calmly waiting to you my lamb"