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

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