Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

The town is
A field of 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 breathes with its prehistoric parts
I feel the snicker.

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

All the sleep out

over the hills in a dark warm wave
Voices of the orphan choirs threaten to
Speeding through the skeletons of
their bodies bent

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

But so on fire believing
That when the storm itself
I put my in its mouth