Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

The town is
A field of windmills waits, their heads turning
the night's bath

Bundles of vapour over the factories
Whose lights blink and loll like sleepy
The moth in the breathes with its prehistoric parts
I the night snicker.

It was here,
Tangled among the litter and old
I found my leaking
A punched a hole
In the that was keeping me
and

All the sleep out

Rolling over the hills in a warm wave
Voices of the orphan choirs to overwhelm
Speeding the skeletons of trees
their bodies bent

The wind's terrible symphony tore out my longing by the
My ears emptied and renamed
The balm off like a bubble of oil and
pitifully under the choirmaster's heel
I was and clinging on like a dish rag ---

But so on fire with
That when the storm introduced
I put my finger in its