Luyện nghe bài hát Cosy Corner

Gerald Bostock, fresh from school with few O-levels, his sights.
No grand, fanciful but level headed middle ground.
The retail trade, the corner shop, at humble service of town-folk.
Open at and closed by six: enough to work, play, work around.
Regulars drop by to chat in gossip, repetition.
Same old words, another day while, all the time, life away.
But slips so slowly, stretches into hours and hours to years.
With by Harold Pinter, dark silences, slow Passion Play.
Then home to fire up model trains and shunt and shuffle wagons, locomotive breath upon his brow. Smooth running motors hum
while Madge prepares hot dinner. Fray Bentos pie: always a winner.
So, praise life's routine cozy habits. And forget to call your Mum.