Luyện nghe bài hát Caravan

Allow me a moment to
While you were sleeping the ocean drained
But

It and groaned as it rose from its bed
It stretched; diluted and its head
And corporeal form
At in part at first
But it encountered the Earth
It took a draw in, extended its arms,
and into the sky
It wing over mountain and it rode on the wind
It the cities but as the sun dimmed
It grew fat and as it at the earth
It grew fat and it cursed at the

In a thunderous and a display of bright lights
It and began to give birth
The bloom is off the rose, at for me
for me
The bloom is off the rose, at for me
like me can bark, but the caravan moves on
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on on

When you awoke,
a new had formed
the clamorous night,
through the magnificent

It from the sky
to reform and
Its endless
in its worn

The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, and the
Tired metaphors played out your eyes
Sedation,

But to be satisfied and
Without any source of gain
Seems to be in fashion

the meaning to mean
anything that you it to be
I've heard same words fall from my own lips
It falls flat and I question its
It flat and I question its worth

In a rage
And a of bright lights
It spat and to give birth
The is off the rose, at least for me
for me
The bloom is off the rose, at for me
Dogs like me can bark, but the moves on
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan just on rolling on

Better to a candle
curse at the darkness
Better to a candle
to light a candle
than curse at the
Better to a candle

This is the confluence of and naivety
Swallowing a stream of and empty poetry

You have to be the one to tell me
You don't have to be the one to let me
You don't have to be the one to me
You don't have to be the one to let me
You don't to be the one to tell me
You don't have to be the one to let me
You don't have to be the one to me
You don't to be the one to let me down

A catchy way of saying
But a narrative seems to to something more
a purpose and a real direction
But they're just punched in a template
The same we made before
I, for one, am fucking
Of conceptions that bring nothing new the womb
But if story is the same
the rose has truly lost its bloom
Can you sing it to me?
I can't relate to this, I can't
Maybe it's your preference, but I can't
I can't relate to this, I can't
Maybe your preference, but I can't relate.

"Where is the problem? entertained.
Where is the We're entertained."
My problem's the consistency with concept made
Don't tell me a story
What does it
"Where is the We're entertained.
Where is the problem? entertained."
I to feel something more than just betrayed
You are the
I am the
Are you satisfied,
be satisfied, satisfied.