Luyện nghe bài hát Caravan

Allow me a to explain
While you were the ocean wasn't drained
But

It yawned and groaned as it from its bed
It stretched; diluted and its head
And took corporeal
At least in at first
But when it the Earth
It took a deep in, extended its arms,
and into the sky
It took wing over and it rode on the wind
It traveled the cities but as the sun
It grew fat and as it at the earth
It grew fat and it at the earth

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

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

It fell the sky
to and preform
Its endeavor
in its worn

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

But to be and entertained
Without any of intellectual gain
to be what's in fashion

Interpret the to mean
anything you want it to be
heard these same words fall from my own lips
It falls flat and I its value
It falls and I question its worth

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

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

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

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

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

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