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 blunted presses into me
Melting in the heat
The close into me
Nudging me way and that
one to another
Like nervous
Thudding in my head a
Is out the boredom
me this way and that
>From one to
Like thunder
I fall to claustrophobic sleep
And the walls lean over me
But when I wake I alone
There is but a vast blank floor
And although the walls are
I can never them
No matter how far I
I can never reach
And the knife begins to
in my hand
Slices through the always blank
So I can see my hooded
Swipes the whitewash nothing
That my hooded girl
She to me across the furrowed fields
I see a human fish revolving in her belly
And the it sparkles
the piercing yellow mirror sea
And slashes open sailors clouded memories
Spills their seaweed over me
Spill their seaweed dreams me
Spill their seaweed over me
Spill seaweed dreams... over me
As I lie on the
Amongst the
And the watching walls lean over me