Luyện nghe bài hát The Critical Distance (w: S H Jones)

Never beginning, never days
Days the ceiling is so low
I cannot
And the blunted knife presses me
in the airless heat
The walls into me
me this way and that
>From one to
Like thunder
Thudding in my a heart
Is beating out the
Nudging me this way and
one to another
Like nervous
Until I to claustrophobic sleep
And the ever-watching walls over me
But when I wake I alone
There is nothing but a vast floor
And the walls are watching
I can reach them
No matter how far I
I can reach them
And the knife to shine
Hisses in my
Slices through the always blank
So I can see my hooded
Swipes the whitewash nothing
shrouds my hooded girl
She walks to me across the fields
I see a human fish revolving in her belly
And the knife it
Like the yellow mirror sea
And slashes open sailors clouded memories
Spills their seaweed over me
Spill their seaweed dreams me
Spill their seaweed dreams me
Spill their seaweed dreams... me
As I lie on the
Amongst the
And the ever watching lean over me