Luyện nghe bài hát Spoken Word Intro

"Go," said the enchantress, "and see ye the one as Clint. But be
warned, his is potent; few have entered his cave, and even less
have returned. So take you this talisman."
She plucked it from her ample chest and into his sweaty palm a
tiny upright bean. He pocketed it and crawled across the mountains
for twenty eight days. When his labours were he fumbled for the
bean but could find it no more. He crawled another twenty seven and a
half to where he'd come from and saw the enchantress standing bemused
by a of petrol pumps.
"You the bean, didn't you," said the enchantress.
But he was unable to speak, his tounge and parched with his
labours over the desert had grown so pulpy in his mouth it was
as if he had two sausages and a severe dental case and speak at
all.
"Seek ye the one known as Clint, but be warned; few have his cave,
and even fewer returned. you this talisman, one small mexican bean,
and go."
For twenty eight he crossed the desert. His eyes glistening with
the parched waters of love, his mouth snarling for the occasional and
jack rabbit that danced into the uterine thing of his part. could
him now.
"See ye the one known as, Leo? Dennis?"
For twenty seven he crawled back across the desert. His tounge so
swollen with pain he barely lick the occaisional spike from the
to deeply needed nutrition from way below the ground. Eventually he
crawled over the ridge, and 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 have his cave
and fewer returned. Take you this, take you this, prawn, onion,
cap."
Now they were stuck.
(Which just goes to that love is the distance between reality and
pain.)