Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

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

Bundles of vapour hang over the
Whose lights blink and loll like sleepy
The in the lighthouse breathes with its prehistoric parts
I the night snicker.

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

All the sleep out

over the hills in a dark warm wave
Voices of the choirs threaten to overwhelm
Speeding through the of trees
Pulling bodies bent

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

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