Luyện nghe bài hát Creation

The messengers with heels
backwards into whose galloping arms
And the impassioned
Drawls a sad goodnight to fiction's

Then to me secretly
And your silken feather
And with silken feather
Open your rooms, open your

Never, in fact, as he gazed
At two eyebrows lisping into the unexpected
And the archetypal postman delivering seed letters
Whose eyes are eggs really
Upon a shore, upon a long shore
Open your door, open door

Ask anyone, he muttered, as he a small
Brilliant blue insect, into the gauze
I advise stilts for the quagmires
And for the snowy hills and any survivors
Their debts I will pay
There's always a way, always a way

I with that gallantly concealed forceful nervousness
That has proved that cry
And that I have come to know and as myself
And plucking a barbed feather from the universe
I him deathless, and he left before he could reply
Open your eyes, open your

Our father, Abraham, whose bosom
Was the unique of the humans
Was as bewildered as we are
If not infinitely so, and with an ancient
Ceremonial of dismissal, he pointed forward

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

The first day was
And she the Sun
And she named it
And she it a day of light and healing

The second was
And she the Moon
And she named it
And she made a day of enchantment and the living

And the third was
And she colored the
And she a day of joy
With the strength of seed

In the black and white were mingled into quicksilver
And she Mercury
And she a day of wisdom
And the signs are placed in the firmament

The fifth was blue
And she envisaged
And she made a day of awe and circles,
And she sent it to guide the of the universe

The sixth was burning with icy, green flames glowed white
And of her she made Venus
And she made a day of
Whereby all are united

The seventh was rich of the mollusks
And she Chronos
And she a day of idleness and repose
Whereon all cease from struggle

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

I am the pebble in very own eye
I am the sword and your dies
I am the storm and the hurricane
I am the thorn of an unkind

I am what color my eyes?
I am Loki, wizard of
me, find me, see me if you can
I am the guilt of an man

I am the pebble in your own eye
I am the sword and your enemy
I am the storm and the wind
I am the of an unkind friend

I am desire what color my
I am Loki, wizard of
Catch me, me, see me if you can
I am the guilt of an man

Then seven times we our arms
And cat-stretch
our foot spells
Yawning into the

In need we upon the mother of all living
Three times for succor, but with ambitious
They us change, they crouched behind
Their mirrors and on

I will not allow praise
That the harmonious globe in splintered fragments
And yet, they moved perforce with a pattern
And complemented harmony with discord, and light with

It was
That we out of our world machine
Between the palm and the
like gloves

And for each eye that one tear
We made of that an ocean
And in the five
We loosed our several

Wild sea, I say
Please, be a cow for me
Amethyst galleon, out on the sea

as lightning, easily
Take me to the of the world tree
Amethyst galleon, out on the sea

Your face is consumed in a bruised glance
By the brazen wall with sword and lance
Where
dappled maidens, endless danced
'Round the root of the world

Wild sea, I say
Please, be a cow for me
Amethyst galleon, out on the sea

Wild sea, my love is for me
Every ripple in her body is a in me
Amethyst galleon, out on the sea

Hold tight, tight