Luyện nghe bài hát The Wound

I've done everything that can be done to heal this
Left it on own for years

done everything that can be done to heal this wound
Left it on it's own for
touch it, didn't pick it, didn't get it wet
It stop the bleeding

I it, I wrapped it, stitched it, tourniqueted it
I held it stiff and in the air
Held it til I went beserk
Didn't
It didn't
stop it weeping

And the wound is your
And your life on a life of it's own
(Or so you thought)
And your life rolled on me Bang-Bang like 56 train wheels
Every time I heard of you

And the wound was in every song on the radio

And the pain was a tree-fern in the dark, damp, forgotten places
Darkness didn't her growing
New-born baby dividing.
up tight unrolling day by day
Stretching up, out
Forming the same shape
Clones. aint too much sadder than
Clones - relentlessly emerging the hairy heart of the wound

And the fern is beautiful in own way
Uncurling in the
Beautiful with no one to see it
As the wound weeps and

(Now some sad things known to the man from the planet Marzipan)