Luyện nghe bài hát Spoken Word Intro

"Go," the enchantress, "and see ye the one known as Clint. But be
warned, his medicine is few have entered his cave, and even less
have returned. So with you this talisman."
She it from her ample chest and thrust into his sweaty palm a
tiny upright mexican bean. He pocketed it and across the mountains
for twenty eight days. When his labours were he fumbled for the
bean but could find it no more. He crawled back twenty seven and a
half days to where he'd come and saw the enchantress standing bemused
by a of petrol pumps.
"You forgot the bean, didn't you," the enchantress.
But he was unable to speak, his swollen and parched with his
labours over the crucifying desert had grown so in his mouth it was
as if he had two sausages and a dental case and couldn't speak at
all.
"Seek ye the one known as Clint, but be warned; few entered his cave,
and even fewer returned. Take you this talisman, one small bean,
and go."
For twenty eight days he crossed the desert. His eyes with
the parched waters of love, his mouth snarling for the plant and
jack that danced into the uterine thing of his part. Nobody could
him now.
"See ye the one as, Leo? Jeff? Dennis?"
For twenty seven days he crawled back across the desert. His so
swollen with pain he could barely lick the occaisional from the
cactus to needed nutrition from way below the ground. Eventually he
over the ridge, and there standing on the petrol pumps was the
enchantress.
"Forgot his name you?"
He was to speak.
"Go, seek ye the one known as Clint, but rember few entered his cave
and even fewer returned. Take you this, you this, prawn, onion,
cap."
Now were really stuck.
(Which just goes to show that love is the distance reality and
pain.)