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

Never beginning, never ending
Days the ceiling is so low
I stand
And the blunted knife into me
Melting in the airless
The walls close me
Nudging me way and that
one to another
Like thunder
Thudding in my head a
Is out the boredom
Nudging me this way and
one to another
Like thunder
Until I to claustrophobic sleep
And the ever-watching walls lean me
But when I wake I feel
There is nothing but a vast blank
And although the walls are
I can never them
No how far I walk
I can never them
And the knife begins to
in my hand
Slices through the always blank
So I can see my girl
Swipes the whitewash nothing
That shrouds my hooded
She walks to me the furrowed fields
I see a human headed fish in her belly
And the it sparkles
Like the piercing mirror sea
And slashes open dead clouded memories
Spills their seaweed dreams me
Spill their seaweed over me
Spill their seaweed dreams me
Spill their seaweed dreams... me
As I lie on the
the driftwood
And the ever watching walls over me