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

Never beginning, never ending
when the ceiling is so low
I cannot
And the blunted knife into me
Melting in the airless
The close into me
Nudging me way and that
>From one to
Like nervous
Thudding in my head a
Is out the boredom
Nudging me this way and
one to another
Like nervous
Until I fall to claustrophobic
And the ever-watching lean over me
But I wake I feel alone
There is but a vast blank floor
And the walls are watching
I can never them
No how far I walk
I can never them
And the knife to shine
in my hand
Slices through the always blank
So I can see my hooded
Swipes through the whitewash
That shrouds my girl
She to me across the furrowed fields
I see a human fish revolving in her belly
And the it sparkles
Like the yellow mirror sea
And slashes open sailors clouded memories
Spills their seaweed dreams me
their seaweed dreams over me
Spill their dreams over me
their seaweed dreams... over me
As I lie on the
the driftwood
And the watching walls lean over me