Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds

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

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

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

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

Was it ever so the evil creep ivy
A toe hold on the stronger half of dichotomy
I'm beating back a path through more than pure insistence
here 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
the pristine sheets of the hotel bed in Leeds