Luyện nghe bài hát Enveloped

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

the of goodbye
a ringing in my ear
a silent reminder
an afterthought of

bad dreams, sleep
of dark rooms, homes
and things names
memories of
the shades fell

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

nothing to take you
nothing for you to keep

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

"I lingered them,
under benign sky;
the moths fluttering
among the of harebells
listened the wind
though the grass;
and wondered how
could ever imagine unquiet
for the sleepers in the earth."
Bronte (1818-1848)]