Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Distance

a noise quieter than a breath
mirrors on the side of the paper
a need to control this
something i'll never understand

what heal these holes
marks left by the needle
the bullets turn into keys
and we

was the day of losing control
a sea of where i go
stuck somewhere between a and a tear
and the distance

maybe it was just a of a voice
i i once heard
maybe nothing of the
it was a memory
i thought i saw by
maybe

"Better to die, and to
The waking sleep, than linger on,
And to live, when the soul's life is gone."
(496BC-406-5BC)]