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

Never beginning, ending days
Days the ceiling is so low
I cannot
And the knife presses into me
in the airless heat
The walls close me
Nudging me this way and
>From one to
Like nervous
in my head a heart
Is beating out the
Nudging me this way and
one to another
Like thunder
Until I fall to sleep
And the walls lean over me
But when I I feel alone
There is nothing but a vast floor
And although the walls are
I can never reach
No matter how far I
I can reach them
And the knife to shine
in my hand
Slices through the blank distance
So I can see my girl
Swipes the whitewash nothing
That shrouds my girl
She walks to me the furrowed fields
I see a human headed revolving in her belly
And the it sparkles
Like the piercing mirror sea
And slashes open dead sailors clouded
Spills their seaweed over me
Spill seaweed dreams over me
Spill their seaweed dreams me
Spill their seaweed dreams... me
As I lie on the
the driftwood
And the ever walls lean over me