Luyện nghe bài hát Journeyman

Spine-tingling sleepers
houses lying four-square and firm
Orange divide the darkness
Rumbling fit to turn the waking

through Victorian Tunnels
Where green moss oozes the pores
Dull from the wet embankments
allotments, fresh open sores

In late commuter madness
Double-locked briefcase on the floor
Like a faithful dog master
Sleeping in the draught the carriage door

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

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

On the commuter special
lights that flicker, fade and die
Howling hollow blackness
diesel shudders in full cry

Down morning papers
Abandon with a cough
Stationmaster in his
Told the guard to the heating off

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