Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

The town is
A field of windmills waits, their stupid heads
Stirring the bath

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

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

All the fell out

Rolling over the hills in a dark warm
Voices of the orphan threaten to overwhelm
Speeding through the skeletons of
Pulling their bodies

The wind's terrible symphony tore out my longing by the
My were emptied and renamed
The balm 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 with believing
when the storm introduced itself
I put my finger in its