Luyện nghe bài hát April 10th

Fog
Like boiled

Rolled in as though a of hay introduced
And there up a wall of concrete grey
Cutting the promenade
And swallowing whole dogs
Ahead a pavilion in steps


Beneath the
And the weight on its rigid knees


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

Arrived for a view
The beach huts proud their
Pink and chests
The old
Fearing
broad
And make protest
Behind now not
And this way turns only one page at a
Today I have hope you have none
Hunkered in bell-jar space made
Strange this hour in light
I wonder if you have touched me
In some sea
my yesterday skin
Skimmed me
Neither we'd be here both
towing
To and
A room is changed dependent on the
By which we
You met of many aspects
I, the walls and hooks for coats to
Yours the garden and
Mine the rumbling of the rail yard
All arrived at
Words fall-out
Ash where was none
Already in the
Some people we don't mean to
They snag on branches and separate in squares
And the trains this way and that
Scan barcode faces something grey