Luyện nghe bài hát High-Strung Poets

You wrote yourself in
to see your eyes out just right and you
fired last cannon ball-point pen.
Across your parchment
so toiled in and meter and
your war of words to meet its Hell today.

your words against the sun.
It's like high-strung poets on a string.
Tied to one another, searching for something.

You'll throw weapons down again
and see the ink through the page and you'll
surrender your lasts thoughts to the again.

Hold words against the sun.
It's like high-strung on a porcelain string.
Tied to one another, always for something.

Let the sun disguise the
of describing misery.
reflecting light beneath the
thoughts I I'd never.