Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

The is crouching
A field of windmills waits, stupid heads turning
the night's bath

Bundles of vapour hang over the
Whose lights and loll like sleepy eyelids
The moth in the lighthouse breathes its prehistoric parts
I the night snicker.

It was here,
Tangled among the litter and old
I my coma leaking
A branch a hole
In the quiet that was me
and

All the fell out

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

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

But so on with believing
That the storm introduced itself
I put my in its mouth