Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds

It's dark at 4 pm in
The pierce the skylight till the last of it bleeds
The absent sound of day as it recedes
Into the shadows until it's

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

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

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

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

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