Luyện nghe bài hát April 10th

Fog
Like boiled

Rolled in as a bale of hay introduced
And there up a wall of concrete grey
Cutting brief the
And swallowing whole dogs
Ahead a pavilion measured in


Beneath the
And bears the weight on its knees


Floating for the gulls at ease
No left but these
Empty that
in
Crew-neck

Arrived for a keener
The huts thrust proud their
and purple chests
The old
Fearing
broad
And limp protest
now exists not
And this way turns only one at a time
Today I hope where you have none
Hunkered down in space made
Strange this in this light
I wonder if you have touched me
In some sea
Against my yesterday
me briefly
Neither we'd be here both
Moon
To and
A is changed dependent on the door
By we enter
You met of many aspects
I, the walls and hooks for coats to
Yours the song and
Mine the rumbling of the rail yard
All arrived at
Words like
Ash where there was
Already in the
Some people we don't to lose
They snag on branches and in market squares
And then the this way and that
Scan faces into something grey