Luyện nghe bài hát Circular Breathing

Pick up my and fly
a constable sky.
Look on the world and try
To make you out on the ground.
toy in a lost toy-town.
Suspended in sounds---
of circular breathing.

I'm a kite on a thread.
Daring to strike me dead.
Harsh echoes of you said
Banished me to a space
With unholy ghosts of bedroom face.
Hands to my ears to place
The of circular breathing.

Matchbox below----
I watch lowry figures go.
in the timeless flow of discreet silence.