Luyện nghe bài hát A Poem on the Underground Wall

The last is nearly due
The underground is soon
And in the dark station
Restless in
A man waits in the

His eyes leap and scratch
At all that they can or catch
And hidden within his pocket
Safe within its socket
He a colored crayon

Now from the tunnel's womb
The carriage rides to meet the
And wide and welcome doors
But he hesitates, then
in the shadows

And the train is gone
On wheels clicking
a gently tapping litany
And he his crayon rosary
Tighter in his

Now from his quick he flashes
The crayon on the he slashes
upon the advertising
A poem comprised of four letters

And his is laughing, screaming, pounding
The poem across the rebounding
Shadowed by the light
His legs take their ascending
To seek the of darkness and be suckled by the night, ooh