Luyện nghe bài hát Pick Pocket

in the humble stence of
hummed the smell of snow
a faint S.O.S.
riding on the coattails of their ground
footprints ingrown
the daylight savings will never know
of this alabaster

your lovers quarrel up in crawspace
dental identities will tell us
teeth marked and with sighs
step my parlor
the spider to the fly
stable hooved footprints

and dagger muzak blared in ohms
in this cold

more per capita
breakfast table search implodes
the milk cartons pour will never know
of this cold