Luyện nghe bài hát Spoken Word Intro

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