Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Thin

Send me up and me magazine copies of open spaces,
and open ends distant, diverted the medicine,
and our own ends that seeing.
White walls and hospitals,
all of us trivial and relative, tentative and waiting
for our own white walls and hospitals,
all of us feel trivial and paper thin, and waiting.
For just day of no answers,
and no in the nighttime,
but in the fucking hospitals and medicine
stand and cold and pallid.
me up into the towering hospitals and their medicine