Luyện nghe bài hát Creation

The messengers with sharpened
Flew backwards into galloping arms
And the Phoenix
Drawls a sad goodnight to fiction's

Then come to me
And with silken feather
And with your feather
your rooms, open your rooms

Never, in fact, as he amazed
At two lost eyebrows lisping into the
And the postman delivering your seed letters
Whose eyes are black really
Upon a long shore, a long shore
your door, open your door

Ask anyone, he muttered, as he a small
blue insect, whirring into the gauze
I would advise stilts for the
And camels for the snowy and any survivors
Their debts I will pay
always a way, there's always a way

I smiled with gallantly concealed forceful nervousness
has proved that oysters cry
And that I come to know and accept as myself
And plucking a barbed feather the morose universe
I called him deathless, and he left before he could
your eyes, open your eyes

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

Verily,
Verily,
Verily,
Verily,

The day was golden
And she the Sun
And she it Hyperion
And she made it a day of and healing

The was silver
And she colored the
And she named it
And she made a day of and the living waters

And the was many-colored
And she the Earth
And she a day of joy
With the scarlet strength of

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

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

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

The seventh was purple of the mollusks
And she colored
And she made a day of idleness and
Whereon all beings 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 friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was
That we stepped out of our machine
the palm and the fingers
Peeling like

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

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

Gentle as lightning,
Take me to the root of the tree
Amethyst galleon, out on the sea

Your face is in a bruised sky's glance
By the wall with your sword and lance
[Incomprehensible]
Where maidens, endless danced
'Round the root of the world

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

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

Hold tight, tight