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

Never beginning, never days
Days the ceiling is so low
I stand
And the knife presses into me
Melting in the heat
The close into me
Nudging me this way and
one to another
Like nervous
Thudding in my a heart
Is beating out the
Nudging me way and that
one to another
Like nervous
Until I fall to claustrophobic
And the ever-watching walls lean me
But when I wake I alone
There is nothing but a vast floor
And although the are watching
I can never reach
No how far I walk
I can reach them
And the knife begins to
in my hand
Slices through the blank distance
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 headed fish revolving in her
And the it sparkles
the piercing yellow mirror sea
And slashes open dead clouded memories
Spills seaweed dreams over me
Spill seaweed dreams over me
their seaweed dreams over me
Spill their dreams... over me
As I lie on the
the driftwood
And the ever watching walls lean me