Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

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

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

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

All the fell out

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

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

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