Luyện nghe bài hát Medley, parts of:(i) A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

(i)

( )

Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb limb
my fingers like seaweed, I'm so far out I'm too far in.

On the table lies blank paper / and my tower is on stone /
I only blunt scissors / I only have the bluntest home.
been the witness, and the seal of death
lingers in the wax that is my head.

I prophesy disaster and then I the cost
I shine, but shining, dying, I that I am almost lost.

(iii)

( )

No time now for contrition; the time for long past
The walls are thin as tissue and if I I'll crack the glass
So I only think on how it might have
in silent monologue, in silent scream.

I'm much too tired to
and as the crash on the bleak
stones of the tower I to freak
...and find I am overcome...

(viii) The Clot

( - Band )

is the god that guides my hand?
How can the of others reach me?
When will I find what I for?
Who is going to me?

I am me / me are we / we see
any way out of
sea / atrophied / history:-
Chance has my Guinevere.