Luyện nghe bài hát Ode to Physical Pain

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