Luyện nghe bài hát In A Market Dimly Lit

The bird plucked the Olive Leaf
Has been circling like a record the spindle of my mind
Where the needle's worn the grooves too
And scratched the wax that's blistered the heat besides

So any movement in the room
If my cat walked by the arm but to my surprise
My interrupting cat
A sound already so compromised

The needle's the grooves too deep
The worn the grooves too deep
The needle's the grooves too deep
The needle's worn the too deep

I'm a donkey's jaw on a dune
the bush that Moses saw
That and yet was not consumed
the silver coin I lost
I'm the sheep who slipped
We pray fingers crossed
But you listen anyway

I wrote a little for you
With melody I'd borrowed put to that didn't rhyme
To what you already knew
As the stones thrown at your window in syncopation

You kept a distance out of fear break
But what's good a wind chime, hanging quite all alone?
The our collisions would make
Is a that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home, into home

The music our make
The our collisions make
The music our make
The music our make

I had a spade but I'm not the fighting sort
If I was Samson I'd have found that blade
And cut my own hair
Then in a market lit I come casually to pay
You see my coins are
But you accept anyway

So spare me your
Your
my tendency to err so on the sentimental side
I'll spare you my
The truth to God
The mistakes were