Luyện nghe bài hát Nine Wishes

Deep down in a smiling swimming clouds.
If it was up to me this house would be almost seven hundred old and more than thirteen kilometres tall.
I sit in a rocking chair, creaking along with an out-of-tune piano and an orchestrion that always tricks me with ever-changing tempo
I'd be able to walk in the ceiling. I would eat nebula for supper. I would wear a necklace made of hailstones.
The well outside would be an eye stares itself blind at the moon. The water would sob. There would be two winds moaning.
The shadows would converge when the clock twenty-five.
Oh how I I could walk about on the walls. And how I wish there were more hours in a night:
When I can't wish for more - the vision of scarabees crackling mandrake roots in soil breathing of worms and scolopendras
haunting you with their fumes of horror till soul tears your body apart and escapes.