Luyện nghe bài hát Journeyman

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

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

In night commuter madness
Double-locked black briefcase on the
Like a faithful dog with
Sleeping in the draught the carriage door

To each journeyman his own
supper nearing with each station stop
Frosty flakes on empty
Fireside waiting, flip, flop

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

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

Down redundant papers
Abandon crosswords with a
in his wisdom
Told the guard to the heating off

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