Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

The is crouching
A field of windmills waits, stupid heads turning
Stirring the night's

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

It was here,
among the litter and old Valentines
I found my coma
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 orphan choirs threaten to
through the skeletons of trees
Pulling bodies bent

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

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