Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Room

The is crouching
A field of windmills waits, their heads turning
Stirring the bath

Bundles of vapour hang over the
Whose lights blink and loll sleepy eyelids
The moth in the breathes with its prehistoric parts
I the night snicker.

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

All the fell out

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

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

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