Luyện nghe bài hát When I Dream Of Michelangelo

You I don't like you but you wanna be my friend
are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings
It's okay, I'm angry but you'll understand
When you dream of Michelangelo they hang above hands

And I she is not my friend
And I know there she goes
on my skin again

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

And I she is not my friend
And I know there she goes
Walking on my again and again

Saturn on a line, the sun of strings and wires
Spin my head and make it right
Anytime you'd you can catch a sight
Of angel eyes on and infinite

And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm in my bed
I see God upon the ceiling, I see overhead
And he seems so as he reaches out his hand
We are never quite as as we are led to understand

And I know she is not my
And I know there she goes
Walking, walking,

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

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