Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds

It's at 4 pm in Leeds
The steeples the skylight till the last of it bleeds
The absent sound of day as it recedes
Into the shadows until nothing

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

Sixteen black burning on the TV
All the way from to Tennessee
And a locks my eye and says to me
There is no here there's no conspiracy

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

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

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