Luyện nghe bài hát A Poem on the Underground

The last is nearly due
the is closing soon
in the dark deserted
in anticipation
a man in the shadows.

His restless eyes and scratch
at all that they can touch or
hidden deep his pocket
safe his silent socket
he holds his crayon.

Now from the stony womb
the carriage rides to meet the
and opens wide and doors
but he then withdraws
deeper in the

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

Now from his pocket he quickly
the crayon on the wall he
upon the advertising
a single-worded comprised of
- four

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