Luyện nghe bài hát Enveloped

we are
together in darkness
in the
deepest of black
through this misery
in the air

the burden of
a ringing in my ear
a silent reminder
an of sorts

bad dreams, sleep
of dark rooms, homes
and things names
of murder
the that fell

i wouldn't prefer to
the
the quiet cord to be

nothing to take you
left for you to keep

the is over, there's no-one here
snowing heavily
i can't see my breath escaping
to return

"I around them,
that benign sky;
watched the fluttering
the heath of harebells
listened the soft
breathing the grass;
and how anyone
could ever imagine unquiet
for the sleepers in the earth."
Bronte (1818-1848)]