Luyện nghe bài hát Circular Breathing

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

I'm a kite on a silver thread, daring to strike me dead
Harsh echoes of things you banished me to a thinner space
With ghosts of your bedroom face
Hands cupped to my to place the sound of circular breathing

cityscape below
I watch Lowry figures go
Caught in the timeless of discreet silence

cityscape below
I watch matchstick figures go
Caught in the timeless flow of discreet