Luyện nghe bài hát Journeyman

Spine-tingling railway
houses lying four-square and firm
Orange beams the darkness
Rumbling fit to the waking worm

through Victorian Tunnels
Where moss oozes from the pores
echoes from the wet embankments
Battlefield allotments, fresh open

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

To each his own home-coming
supper nearing with each station stop
Frosty on empty platforms
Fireside waiting, flip, flop

And night-tripping on the late 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 diesel in full cry

Down redundant morning
crosswords with a cough
Stationmaster in his
Told the to turn the heating off

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