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

Never beginning, never days
when the ceiling is so low
I stand
And the blunted knife presses me
in the airless heat
The close into me
Nudging me this way and
one to another
Like nervous
in my head a heart
Is beating out the
Nudging me this way and
>From one to
nervous thunder
Until I fall to sleep
And the ever-watching walls over me
But when I wake I alone
There is nothing but a blank floor
And although the are watching
I can reach them
No matter how far I
I can never them
And the knife begins to
in my hand
Slices through the always blank
So I can see my girl
through the whitewash nothing
That shrouds my girl
She to me across the furrowed fields
I see a human headed fish in her belly
And the it sparkles
Like the yellow mirror sea
And slashes open dead sailors memories
Spills seaweed dreams over me
Spill seaweed dreams over me
Spill their dreams over me
Spill their dreams... over me
As I lie on the
the driftwood
And the ever watching walls over me