Luyện nghe bài hát The Possum

Yesterday, I was working in my yard when I saw a
Swinging in the foothills and he was all up and hobbling
I got a closer and his foot was mangled
I was woken up earlier by I thought was the cat tangled
But it was him who got it bad from the cat that
down the hill when he slipped under the fence
I brought up to check him out; he found a nook under the air conditioner
I him out to Caroline, she crouched down and he was shaking and full of fear
And when she up, I asked, "Baby, why you crying?"
She said, "Because he's cute and he's there and he's dying"

I went up to my room and I got a from Justin
He was in San and Godflesh was playing
drove me halfway there where I met Tony
And we to the city and we parked out in front of the DNA
Justin and us, we had some laughs and we photographs backstage
And our were protruding and all of them and we just kept laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
Laughing and laughing and and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and and laughing
Laughing and laughing and and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing

And when took the stage, Tony and I, we stood there floored
machines hammered and feedback blazed
For a moment, grew silent
While Justin tuned his guitar; like a church, it got so
Just for a minute, and then they all soared
Like a car off a cliff, we crashed and burned over and over and again and
They hard vicious guttural B-flats
[?] like a tough Roberto "Hands of Stone" Durán in the seventh
Moore June 16, 1983
Godflesh [?] like an early Mark "Gator"
lunged at the mic like a hungry grey white
He was on fire, giving it he had and killing it that night!
out his prey and it came to a screeching halt
A relentless and beautiful voice, a 70 assault
And then he bowed down and he set his string electric guitar down
And screeched to holy hell and they disappeared and off the crowd

Then we had pizza and I came to my apartment in the city
Until 4AM, I watched and my ears were ringing
And I called out at the house
We talked the concert, about the possum down in the nook

And the ocean air came through my
And the sound of foghorns, and then when I
was down in LA
Tony had an open that day
And I looked out at
And Caroline was on her way back Lake Tahoe
I got a from Paolo Sorrentino
I'd be off to in a week or so

Caroline home that night and we had dinner and watched HBO
And I'm grateful for her love and for my
And to have seen the possum walk its walk along the island

I want to grow old and to walk my walk
Knowing that I, too, gave it I got
But again it's all roadblocks and all obstacles I
For to live another day is much better to not
And I'd like to die music in my ears
The of Maurice Ravel or Godflesh's guttural growls from hell
The sound that good memories of being young and able to get around
And I'd like Caroline me

That old possum lost the
His sad, black eyes; what a thing to see on a Easter Sunday
But that rodent was and he's still thought of
Church bells rang day
I remember hearing them in the afternoon as we left
He had to have them too