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 have entered his cave, and less
have returned. So take with you talisman."
She plucked it from her ample chest and thrust into his sweaty a
tiny upright mexican bean. He pocketed it and across the mountains
for twenty eight days. When his labours finished he fumbled for the
bean but could find it no more. He back another twenty seven and a
half days to where he'd come from and saw the enchantress standing
by a series of pumps.
"You the bean, didn't you," said the enchantress.
But he was unable to speak, his swollen and parched with his
labours over the crucifying desert had grown so pulpy in his 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 few have entered his cave,
and even fewer returned. Take you talisman, one small mexican bean,
and go."
For twenty eight days he crossed the desert. His eyes glistening
the parched waters of love, his mouth for the occasional plant and
rabbit that danced into the uterine thing of his part. Nobody could
him now.
"See ye the one as, Leo? Jeff? Dennis?"
For seven days he crawled back across the desert. His tounge so
swollen with pain he could lick the occaisional spike from the
cactus to deeply needed nutrition from way the ground. Eventually he
crawled over the ridge, and standing on the petrol pumps was the
enchantress.
"Forgot his didn't you?"
He was to speak.
"Go, seek ye the one known as Clint, but rember few have 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 between reality and
pain.)