Luyện nghe bài hát A Poem on the Underground

The last train is due
the underground is closing
in the dark deserted
restless in
a man in the shadows.

His eyes leap and scratch
at all that can touch or catch
deep within his pocket
safe his silent socket
he holds his crayon.

Now the tunnel's stony womb
the carriage rides to meet the
and opens and welcome doors
but he hesitates then
in the shadows

And the train is suddenly
on wheels silently
like a tapping litany
and he holds his crayon
tighter in his

Now his pocket he quickly flashes
the crayon on the he slashes
deep upon the
a poem comprised of
- four

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