Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds

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

Fax papers slipped under the hotel door
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

black churches burning on the TV
All the way from to Tennessee
And a locks my eye and says to me
There is no crisis here no conspiracy

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

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

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