Luyện nghe bài hát Black Canal

They'll always find a place for you in the cafes
No one ventures into the these days
Except strangers and like me, looking for work
I the smell when I got off the bus
And it down to a canal that ran
Right through the of the city
Like an open full of black rotten blood
A surface broken only by the bubbles of gas
from the stagnating mess that lay on the bottom
Fuelled by the and effluent of the city
Which was fed, in turn, by the and the ships
That followed that line and the waves across that
Surface to the where they unloaded their holds,
The swarms of people clambering them
I sat in a cafe and I was holding my own
And minding my own
And a spoke in my ears as if it recognized
That I was the source of the smell

Have another beer boy, take it a pinch of snuff
And my eyes were bedazzled, by the in his silken cuff
And a voice rolled out from an ashen cloud from a long cigar
Son, you'll never need to smell the black

It was as if he'd my mind, as if he expected it
And, as the afternoon was wasted, I aware
I was wrapped up in his world
I became aware of the smell the bouquet in his buttonhole

It was taking me away from the
And away my questions
I was aware that the perfumes were all us
And he me the city, well at least he tried to with all his stories

All the out of china
And all the satins out of
All the powders for your
Will keep the at bay

Have another boy, take it with a pinch of snuff
Your eyes will be bedazzled, by the jewels in my cuff
And a voice rolled out from an cloud from behind a long cigar
Son, you'll never need to smell this black

And my was spinnin', my head was awash
With this and his beer
And I up as he reached down
And snorted the flower in his
He smiled and his eyes
I was at a suit with no soul

No how you wash them
How you scrub and bleach and
You'll get rid of the smell of the black canal
Of the canal
Black
The black
The black
The canal

(derek paterson)