Luyện nghe bài hát Ode to Physical Pain

Oh, constant, unending Pain, my surest, friend.
Agony, blessed Agony, ever-present ache identifies
vitality. That sharply labored breath is
respiration (fully) experienced. Those
grant me immune to senseless distraction,
grounding me in the present. Oh, teacher.
Spread your harshest wounds the soil of my
figure. Find root in my and nerves and veins. Killing
fields to and smother withering pleasure that
waxes and wanes. Thine are the lidless eyes of that
stare upon my tears. Thine is the thickness of the
presses in my anguish. Rejoice in the miseries of life
unkind. Here, and here, are the senses stretched
and contracted, hone them to prime strength, to
primal vigor. Seek comfort in endurance. Be by
struggle. wisdom only exists in the abandoned
fields, in the swamp, on the burnt out plains, on the
hillside.