Luyện nghe bài hát Victim

I feel the motion of the car I open my eyes.
The air is blue-black, brown-black, black-black.
of gas, oil, animals.
I'm in the trunk.

My wrists and tied.
Tape my mouth
it almost my nose
but I can barely.
I must have been for hours,
stiff and my head throbs
like someone's on china.

The car stops.
He turns off the motor -- but there are no sounds.
No people sounds. No wind. place has no wind?
I turn my head towards the
like people watch radios when terrible happens.

My palms are sweating. am I?
The trunk squeaks as he lifts it up and the sun me.
He almost like a faceless Jesus surrounded by light.
He pulls me out of the and bangs my head against the door.
I try to cry out, but it like a hum.

He drags me, half-standing, along a dirt road a house.
I can't see any other houses and it like a farm.
The door bangs behind me and I feel a deep, deep pressure inside.
All the rules have here.

I'm dragged down a like a bag and I look for a phone, other doors.
but bare floors and brown boxes in small rooms.
He me into the bathroom
and I almost crack my head as he pushes me the floor.
Tilts his to the side and gazes at me
as if I was a pet walks out.

I'm lying there for a long time, trying to get the off of me.
My eyes are tearing. I don't a sound.
I can't get up and I keep rolling from side to side, trying not to noise.

I've got to get him to to me.
If I can get this off my face I can talk to him.
I'll him my name.
you killed other women in here?
I'm thinking you've got hundreds of them down,
hung on walls, hanging from fans
dead in summer wind.

Why did you me?
If I had to finish at the library
I would have been twenty minutes longer
maybe I'd have OK.
Would have rushed into the house, books up in my arms like a baby,
and explanations why I was sorry.
So I'm late everyone.

Would you waited for me anyway?
Would you have another woman?
Would I read about her in the paper and said
oh my god, I was there night...
and called all my in a panic.
Telling them then how much I them
as if I'd have the chance again.

I wonder everyone is doing now. Putting up signs.
my picture on the evening news. Calling old friends.
Maybe I'm not even considered yet.

The family will fall apart and my will go crazy. Slowly.
My brother be so quiet at the funeral and insist the casket be closed.
(I never even told anyone what kind of funeral I wanted I died.)

Maybe years now they'll find my skeleton
on the floor here and they'll have to use records to identify me.
My family will say "At we know now.
We hoped she was alive somewhere.
We just she's in peace."

When I sleep my dreams are -- I'm flying over fields.
I think I sleep for more than twenty minutes and when I wake up,
it like I'm under a heavy blanket. I'm still here.

As I wake up I hear a dog in the distance
and I think I'm in my house in South Carolina.
When I open my eyes, there's a pressed between them.
never get married.
I'll never kids.
I'll go to Europe.
I'll never to play piano.
I'll never a book.

The thing I hear is a click