Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

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

Bundles of hang over the factories
Whose lights blink and like sleepy eyelids
The moth in the lighthouse breathes with its parts
I feel the snicker.

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

All the sleep out

Rolling the hills in a dark warm wave
Voices of the choirs threaten to overwhelm
Speeding through the of trees
Pulling bodies bent

The wind's symphony tore out my longing by the toes
My ears were emptied and
The slid off like a bubble of oil and
Died pitifully under the heel
I was gutted and on like a dish rag ---

But so on fire believing
That when the introduced itself
I put my in its mouth