Luyện nghe bài hát Machina Mimesis (In The Corner Cafe)

Nothing than the sound of footsteps
into a shape.
Sneaking into the murky urban cafof mornings.
it was a mirror after hours of work. They are filth.
And also lost in the labyrinth of the theory of their
own art - this easily percepted. the 4 years
of rain it became my own Macondo. It all meant little, if
nothing What is the frase I for... Chaotic Dementh.
Ah yes indeed. Been there before, lady? A Copper medal I won
at the chill-kill that day: Run, Salt... Torment,
Thirst. Two fierce feasting parties wishing me warmly in
the aftermath of their own war. Neo-colonialistic freaks,
says I. Tempers increase to hatred and vanish - in
disorders. An of something, don t really know what,
remnant of the good succumbed in man once? The absolute
legion of oddity. Now guess in the world machina mimesis is?