Luyện nghe bài hát Ironbound

In the ironbound near Avenue L
where the Portuguese come to see what you sell
the so low the morning so slow
as the cut through the sky

The and bridges cut the light on the ground
into little triangles and the rails run
through the rust and the
the and sweet coffee color of her skin

up in wire and fate
watching her him up to the gate
in of the ironbound school yard.

Kids will like weeds on a fence
She says look for the light they try to make sense.
They up through the cracks
Like on the tracks
She him goodbye.

Steps off the curb and the street
the blood and feathers near her
into the ironbound

In the ironbound near Avenue L
where the Portuguese come to see what you sell
the clouds so low the morning so
as the cut through the sky

She at the stall
the ring
opens her
a longing
away the ironbound border

"Fancy poulty sold here.
and thighs and hearts.
Backs are cheap and are nearly free.
free"