Luyện nghe bài hát A Poem on the Underground

The train is nearly due
the underground is soon
in the dark deserted
in anticipation
a man in the shadows.

His eyes leap and scratch
at all they can touch or catch
hidden deep within his
safe his silent socket
he his colored crayon.

Now the tunnel's stony womb
the rides to meet the groom
and wide and welcome doors
but he then withdraws
deeper in the

And the train is gone
on wheels clicking
like a gently litany
and he holds his rosary
tighter in his

Now his pocket he quickly flashes
the crayon on the he slashes
deep the advertising
a single-worded poem of
- four

And his is laughing, screaming, pounding
the poem across the rebounding
shadowed by the exit
his legs take their flight
to seek the breast of and be suckled by the night.