Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Disappeared

I keep dreams
Of and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people up tight in the things that will kill them
Of trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
Of open seas and of life we've forgotten
I keep dreams

Amy in a bar in Exeter
I back to her house and I slept beside her
She woke up screaming in the middle of the
of her own insides
Dreams of ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a life
She can't remember which first
The house, the home, or the terrible
She having dreams

And on the worst
When it feels like weighs
Ten thousand
She's got her cowboy and
Car keys on the
So she can run
She could get up, and in half an hour she'll be gone

I keep having dreams of I need to do
And waking up but not through
But it feels I haven't slept at all
I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
Posters of and of Hemingway
An antique for a sailor's escape
She says "You can't live this way"
And I close my eyes and I say
I'm still dreams

And on the days
When it feels life weighs
Ten tonnes
I sleep with my
One eye on the back
So I can run
I can get up, shower, and in an hour I'll be gone

And morning
I am
Just an imprint on the
I'm by the roadside my thumb out
A car up, and Bob's driving
So I in, we don't say a word
As we pull off into the
And these of tarmac
Are arteries across the country
We are blood alive in
The at
The beating of the country
We are pulses
In the pathways of the soul of the country
We are pulses
In the of the sleeping soul of the country
(We are electric)
In the sleeping of the country
(Sleeping of the country)
soul of the country