Luyện nghe bài hát Journeyman

Spine-tingling railway
Sleepy lying four-square and firm
beams divide the darkness
Rumbling fit to turn the waking

Sliding through Victorian
Where moss oozes from the pores
Dull echoes the wet embankments
Battlefield allotments, open sores

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

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

And journeyman night-tripping on the late
And too late to for tea at Gerard's Cross
And hear the soft shoes on the footbridge
As the turn biting on the midnight frost

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

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

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