Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

The is crouching
A field of windmills waits, their stupid heads
the night's bath

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

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

All the sleep out

Rolling over the hills in a dark warm
Voices of the orphan choirs to overwhelm
through the skeletons of trees
Pulling their bodies

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

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