Luyện nghe bài hát April 10th

Fog
Like boiled

Rolled in as a bale of hay introduced
And there grew up a wall of concrete
brief the promenade
And swallowing companion dogs
Ahead a pavilion in steps


Beneath the
And the weight on its rigid knees


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

Arrived for a view
The beach huts thrust proud
Pink and chests
The old
Fearing
Squat
And make protest
now exists not
And this way turns only one at a time
Today I have where you have none
Hunkered down in space made
Strange this in this light
I wonder if you ever touched me
In some sea
Against my skin
me briefly
Neither knowing we'd be here
Moon
To and
A room is changed on the door
By which we
You met windows of aspects
I, the walls and for coats to hang
Yours the song and
Mine the rumbling of the rail yard
All terminals at
Words fall-out
Ash where was none
in the blood
Some we don't mean to lose
They snag on and separate in market squares
And then the trains this way and
barcode faces into something grey