Luyện nghe bài hát The Antique

Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Rapping
Lightly upon a Dusty
It Locks the together

This Artefact rightly so.
Flanked by Shelves incorporating me into Lonely Dream,
I for Tremors lying Weeping
'Neath the Tiled Floor
with a Broken Madness,
for the Day Before.
Tarnished Silver in the Cupboard
The Fathoms of my Aching Silver
Like Eyes scoured by
A Creaking Gait,
dim the
Eloquence wore
The Shining of younger Pride,
And was Long,
Long before Careless Keeper died.

A Revenant spread its Foul Curse to Living Thing
With Stories trapp'd on Pages
By Talismans of Lethargy.
Tales Twilit bear Ruin'd Words
To Ghoulish Scenery,
Slouching over
Extinguished in Century.

The Grandfather Clock once its Beads,
While Outside the
Bowed their slightly Out of Key.
And this Downstairs, a
Forlorn Clock has long since its Faith,
And a House's Stale Breath like the
of a Wraith.

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