Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

The is crouching
A field of windmills waits, their stupid turning
Stirring the bath

of vapour hang over the factories
Whose lights and loll like sleepy eyelids
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 quiet that was me
and

All the sleep out

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

The wind's terrible symphony out my longing by the toes
My were emptied and renamed
The balm slid off like a of oil and
pitifully under the choirmaster's heel
I was gutted and clinging on like a rag ---

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