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

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