Luyện nghe bài hát Poets Turmoil Number 364

Keep me in the real world
From we try to run
Music and words mean anything
the barrel of a gun

A poem cannot a wound
Books help you find
That something which searching for
But add questions to the mind

Tell me now in black and
What you're to do
When fists and knives and and boots
Come raining on you

A picture on a wall
Can't justify a
When the weak and poor escape
Their strife

The in a bridge of words
us to nowhere
Dressed in to disguise
The reality of

The poets turmoil strikes
As more words they fail me
Another has just supplied
The cross on which to me .