Luyện nghe bài hát Journeyman

Spine-tingling railway
Sleepy houses lying and firm
Orange beams the darkness
fit to turn the waking worm

Sliding Victorian Tunnels
Where green oozes from the pores
Dull echoes from the wet
Battlefield allotments, open sores

In late night commuter
Double-locked briefcase on the floor
Like a dog with master
Sleeping in the draught beside the carriage

To journeyman his own home-coming
Cold nearing with each station stop
Frosty flakes on platforms
slippers waiting, flip, flop

And journeyman night-tripping on the fantastic
And too late to stop for tea at Gerard's
And hear the soft shoes on the shuffle
As the wheels turn biting on the midnight

On the commuter special
Carriage that flicker, fade and die
into hollow blackness
Dusky shudders in full cry

redundant morning papers
Abandon crosswords a cough
Stationmaster in his
the guard to turn the heating off

And journeyman on the late fantastic
And too late to stop for tea at Cross
And hear the soft on the footbridge shuffle
As the wheels biting on the midnight frost