Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds

It's at 4 pm in Leeds
The steeples pierce the skylight till the of it bleeds
The absent of another day as it recedes
Into the shadows until it's

Fax papers slipped under the room door
Like food for the prisoner or the to the whore
Well fed and halfway I ache myself for more
Until I'm shadows of myself, I'm nothing

Sixteen churches burning on the TV
All the way from Texas to
And a politician my eye and says to me
There is no crisis here there's no

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

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

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