Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

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

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

It was here,
Tangled among the litter and old
I my coma 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
Speeding through the of trees
Pulling their bent

The wind's terrible symphony out my longing by the toes
My ears were emptied and
The balm slid off like a of oil and
Died under 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 finger in its