Luyện nghe bài hát Nine Wishes

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