Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds

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

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

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

I crave inertia move made so I can stop
Whatever this madness is in me spinning a top
On a bed of anxiety over a dark drop
into nothingness into without youness

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

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