Luyện nghe bài hát Indiana

As the descent began I got the distinct
Lake had been frozen for decades
I conducted the warmth from my sternum
To our jetting vessel billowing plumes of spent fuel

The under us cracked and ruptured
To reveal
Made of of gray, gray bristling grass
And papulose
I was so
As my grip on you
Your got slicker

I am a bus depot
Though our suggested
An American sea
Like the one I inside
After driving you once
Still half

I-90 utter desolation
I evil at the heart of each far flung well lighted home
I close my eyes and see stairways
Vermiculated with delicate bone

Musty rooms house racks of fur
Spattered with
On a bus in
I called you and
Under ceaseless patterns of weeping