Luyện nghe bài hát Circular Breathing

Pick up my and fly into a constable sky
down on the world and try to make you out
On the distant ground toy in a lost toy town
in spiral sounds, sounds of circular breathing

I'm a kite on a silver thread, lightning to strike me dead
Harsh echoes of you said banished me to a thinner space
With unholy of your bedroom face
cupped to my ears to place the sound of circular breathing

Matchbox cityscape
I watch matchstick figures go
Caught in the timeless of discreet silence

Matchbox below
I Lowry matchstick figures go
in the timeless flow of discreet silence