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

Never beginning, never ending
when the ceiling is so low
I stand
And the knife presses into me
Melting in the airless
The close into me
Nudging me this way and
>From one to
Like thunder
Thudding in my 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
is nothing 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 begins to shine
in my hand
Slices through the blank distance
So I can see my girl
Swipes the whitewash nothing
That my hooded girl
She walks to me the furrowed fields
I see a human headed revolving in her belly
And the knife it
Like the piercing yellow sea
And slashes open sailors clouded memories
Spills their seaweed over me
Spill seaweed dreams over me
Spill their dreams over me
Spill their dreams... over me
As I lie on the
Amongst the
And the ever watching walls over me