Luyện nghe bài hát The Antique

Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Poltergeist
Lightly upon a Dusty
It Locks the Days

This Artefact rightly so.
by Shelves incorporating me into their Lonely Dream,
I search for Tremors lying
'Neath the Tiled Floor
Weeping with a Madness,
for the Day Before.
Tarnished in the Cupboard soothes
The Fathoms of my Aching Beard;
Like Shining scoured by
A Sour Gait,
dim the
Eloquence that
The Shining Cloak of Pride,
And was Long,
Long before their Careless died.

A Revenant spread its Foul Curse to Every Thing
With Stories trapp'd on Yellowed
By Talismans of Lethargy.
Tales Twilit bear their Words
To this Scenery,
over Candlelight
Extinguished in Century.

The Grandfather once Told its Beads,
Outside the Branches
Bowed their slightly Out of Key.
And Downstairs, where a
Forlorn Clock has long since its Faith,
And a Stale Breath sighs like the
of a Wraith.

Spiders Decorate an
That stretches Hands
Back into a Parlour Game;
of Ghostly Languor hinting faintly of Perique
Ring the Air and Fade,
Murmuring of Antique.