Luyện nghe bài hát Elegy For Elsabet

So fields are stubble, garden's done
Where the scary stands
Sees her holding up with her hands

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

Let Horsey Bray break between the thunder
grasses' swish meet the cricket ring
Let every sound consecrate our
Words that never heard

The lanes tie the city down
A mess of dirty
Winter the same way every spring

As the sky on its uniform of
Turned off TV
And the ways we watched her watch us walks

Let every rain clatter groaning streets
Make footsteps tick, 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 has happened in
Let sound consecrate our whispering
The words Betta never heard