Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

[Intro: Mike
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[Verse: Posner]
I'm thinking God
Is it a he or a she or a or love?
Does she personally ordain every occurrence and moment
Or did she set the universe in and then move on?
To try to top her
Maybe this universe wasn't an at all
Maybe our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our
Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our
Are all just a rehearsal the show
A sketch before the mural, a stretch before the
Does she love me? Does God I'm here?
I'm about God, I'm thinking about sex
I've been holy all day and acted in ways that deserve like "honorable," "good," and "straight"
But it's 10PM now and I'm bored
I watched a movie on the internet alone and now over
I pick up my phone and every female I know within a 15 mile radius
It's a terrible thing deserves adjectives like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made up just for myself
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, what's up Mike? I'm to get in bed, you?"
"Well, I'm chilling, I've just been about you ;)"
"Haha, really random, I seen you in so long. What made you think about me?"
"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm about sex"
I'm thinking about horses, so goddamn regal
Their muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a ocean
beasts
But why the fuck do listen to us?
They're so much stronger than they
But they trade freedom for a dependable meal
They let get on top of them and tell them where to go
But how can I
Is that not what I do?
Is that not exactly we all do?
I'm thinking horses
I'm about dad
70 and he's just starting to get old
Things are gonna soon
I don't feel ready for the change that's coming
I am standing on the beach watching the tsunami
From a minuscule rise in the horizon to a monstrous tidal
I am not moving, I am not
I am not scared, I am not wearing
I am standing on the beach for the tsunami
And dad taught me love and sacrifice
But that's sort of like a book that you read and about
'Cause I don't love and I don't
And youth was my excuse for that, but that excuse is old
I'm gay
I'm about dad
I'm about death
What if plane goes down?
That would be okay, you know, I had a run
I wonder if a lot of people would come to my
Maybe my fans would do something
Maybe cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper
Yeah, I think I'd get in the Detroit
Probably not the New York
People'll probably my music more when I die
'Cause know no more is coming
You see, people love stories endings
Right now, I'm just sort of a story that's on slowly
Page by page, by year
But people an ending, they want a crash
They want a ear in the mail
I have one
All I is another lousy poem
And the knowledge that I'll die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home
I don't this plane's gonna crash
I'm thinking about Otis, I'm about Kurt
I'm thinking about Dilla, I'm about

[Outro: Dennis
my hair green, and all of a sudden
People at me like I was the devil
we go