Luyện nghe bài hát When I Dream Of Michelangelo

You I don't like you but you wanna be my friend
There are bodies on the ceiling and fluttering their wings
It's okay, I'm angry but you'll never
you dream of Michelangelo they hang above your hands

And I know she is not my
And I know there she goes
Walking on my skin

And I can't see why you talk to me
When your vision of America is and clean
I wanna white bread life just ignorant and plain
But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling

And I know she is not my
And I know 'cause she goes
on my skin again and again

Saturn on a line, the sun afire of strings and
Spin my head and make it right
Anytime like you can catch a sight
Of angel on emptiness and infinite

And I of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
I see God upon the ceiling, I see angels
And he so close as he reaches out his hand
We are quite as close as we are led to understand

And I she is not my friend
And I know 'cause there she
Walking, walking,

And I know she is not my
And I know 'cause there she
Walking on my skin and again

On my mind, oh, Lord, no
Yes, she's walking on my skin again and