Luyện nghe bài hát Psalm

Oh of dread, the time is here.
Thirty-three, the sheep near with eyes so keen
they hear all the lies that buy their ears.
Oh, horsepants, chest.
Oh, sex ghost. Oh, of neck.
The are crashing on her breasts.
The bed is out again.
If it's sad, you it' true.
God is on bluer moons.
When your room is all you do, it to you.
Oh, my ink instrument,
row my boat towards abstinence thoughts as long as cigarettes.
Snowed in lips and protect.
Oh, birdlike appetite.
Lo, passive make us contrite?
On highways of the night,
the spiders my candlelight,
the sun shines in space.
God is dumb, god is great.
But he love us all the same?
Are we OK?
And I cried out your name because I loved the it made
and because I wait to see your face.
And nothing was the same.
And the stars say, "Look my eyes."
But I can't change if only in my mind.
And I you but I don't have the right.
And I you so bad tonight.