Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

The town is
A of windmills waits, their stupid heads turning
Stirring the bath

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

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

All the fell out

Rolling over the in a dark warm wave
Voices of the orphan choirs to overwhelm
Speeding the skeletons of trees
their bodies bent

The wind's symphony tore out my longing by the toes
My ears were emptied and
The slid off like a bubble of oil and
Died under the choirmaster's heel
I was gutted and clinging on like a rag ---

But so on fire with
That when the introduced itself
I put my finger in its