Luyện nghe bài hát April 10th

Fog
Like boiled

Rolled in as though a bale of hay
And there grew up a of concrete grey
brief the promenade
And swallowing whole dogs
Ahead a pavilion measured in


Beneath the
And bears the weight on its rigid


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

Arrived for a keener
The beach thrust proud their
and purple chests
The old
Fearing
broad
And make protest
now exists not
And this way turns only one at a time
Today I have hope where you have
down in bell-jar space made
Strange hour in this light
I wonder if you have touched me
In other sea
Against my skin
me briefly
Neither we'd be here both
towing
To and
A is changed dependent on the door
By we enter
You met windows of aspects
I, the walls and hooks for coats to
Yours the song and
Mine the thrum of the rail yard
All arrived at
Words like
Ash there was none
Already in the
people we don't mean to lose
They snag on and separate in market squares
And then the trains this way and
Scan barcode faces something grey