Luyện nghe bài hát In A Market Dimly Lit

The bird that plucked the Olive
Has been circling like a record around the spindle of my
the needle's worn the grooves too deep
And scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat

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

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

I'm a donkey's jaw on a dune
Beside the bush Moses saw
That burned and yet was not
She's the silver I lost
I'm the sheep who away
We pray with fingers
But you listen anyway

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

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

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

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

So me your goodbyes
waving-handkerchief-good-byes
Given my tendency to err so on the side
I'll you my goodbyes
The truth to God
The mistakes mine