Luyện nghe bài hát Indiana

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

The tundra under us and ruptured
To palisades
Made of blades of gray, gray grass
And lichen
I was so
As my on you tightened
Your got slicker

I am a deserted bus
Though our suggested
An American sea
Like the one I found
driving you home once
Still half

I-90 through utter
I sense evil at the heart of each far flung lighted home
I close my and see cellar stairways
Vermiculated with delicate bone

rooms house racks of fur jackets
Spattered with
On a bus in
I you and screamed
ceaseless patterns of weeping light