Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

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

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

It was here,
Tangled the litter and old Valentines
I found my coma
A branch a hole
In the quiet was keeping me
and

All the fell out

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

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

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