Luyện nghe bài hát Elegy For Elsabet

So your fields are stubble, done
Where the scary stands
her holding up horizons with her hands

She's so tired of 'Daddy's Lips'
essay on a frown
Watch her of human voices drown

Let Horsey Bray break the thunder boom
Make swish meet the cricket ring
Let every consecrate our whispering
Words that Betta never

The back lanes tie the down
A mess of string
Winter dies the same way spring

As the sky tries on its of
off TV gray
And the ways we watched her watch us away

Let every rain clatter down groaning
footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls
Let every sound consecrate our
The that Betta never heard

Let every wind howl and the creaking doors
To rooms that too much has in
Let every consecrate our whispering
The that Betta never heard