Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds

It's dark at 4 pm in
The steeples pierce the skylight till the last of it
The sound of another day as it recedes
Into the until it's nothing

Fax slipped under the hotel room door
Like food for the prisoner or the prospect to the
fed and halfway drunk I ache myself for more
Until I'm shadows of myself, until I'm

Sixteen black churches on the TV
All the way from to Tennessee
And a politician my eye and says to me
There is no crisis here no conspiracy

I crave every move made so I can stop
Whatever this is in me spinning like a top
On a bed of anxiety a deep dark drop
Down into nothingness into without

Was it so the evil creep like ivy
A toe hold on the stronger of nature's dichotomy
I'm beating back a path nothing more than pure insistence
Until becomes the distance

Hold my love I'm sick tonight
Find the open hole and press your there with all your might
Before the last ounce of my spirit
Onto the pristine sheets of the hotel bed in