Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

The is crouching
A field of windmills waits, their stupid turning
Stirring the night's

Bundles of vapour over the factories
Whose blink and loll like sleepy eyelids
The moth in the lighthouse breathes its prehistoric parts
I feel the snicker.

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

All the sleep out

over the hills in a dark warm wave
Voices of the orphan choirs threaten to
through the skeletons of trees
Pulling their bent

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

But so on fire with
when the storm introduced itself
I put my in its mouth