Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

The is crouching
A of windmills waits, their stupid heads turning
Stirring the night's

Bundles of vapour hang over the
Whose lights blink and loll like eyelids
The moth in the breathes with its prehistoric parts
I feel the snicker.

It was here,
Tangled among the and old Valentines
I found my leaking
A punched a hole
In the quiet that was me
and

All the sleep out

Rolling over the hills in a warm wave
Voices of the orphan choirs threaten to
through the skeletons of trees
Pulling their bent

The wind's terrible tore out my longing by the toes
My were emptied and renamed
The balm slid off a bubble of oil and
pitifully under the choirmaster's heel
I was gutted and on like a dish rag ---

But so on fire with
That the storm introduced itself
I put my in its mouth