Luyện nghe bài hát Gang

Can you call it what you see when you're for the light,
again before you leave, holding back enough to try,
Overheard talking down somewhere, just above,
To take you in, then throw you out, when the open evenings
the years you're due to spend in the promise of the vice,
Pouring shares to weathered friends out at closing time,
Caving in and trailing off, they find the fight to run,
Doubled back until they've where the open evenings come
Shaking in the coldest hours kept out of mind,

Whispered where wouldn't go, tying off the broken lines
sent you on as if to show something waiting in the night,
Facing up and looking in, you'd finally had too much,
At last, to be? It won't begin the open evenings come.