Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Jackets

Stray cats in chiaroscuro paintings.
a hole so deep in the pavement, I wonder how many layers are beneath it.

Suddenly demons of antiquity illuminate the machines.
They my pockets for change.

Relics still in our second hand jackets.
But the warehouses are abandoned under the expansion.
And as grow so too shadows, a playground for the vagrants.

kings are parading, and I for one am waiting.
For the ashes and straw remain there.
I lost everything in hypnotic stare.