Luyện nghe bài hát Short Story

There is a little place in a room
where a little chap away amidst the gloom.
Tucks his little undermeath a well-worn chair
a piece of paper and attacks at his despair.
A stubby lead scratches through the fears
of every cruelness that reduces us to tears.
is the lead but wellis penetrate
all the nooks and crannies this world creates.
is so little time for us to stop and look
as he places the cover his little book.
There will come a day when this little man die
and put him in a tiny hole undermeath the sky
His little lead pencel and chair
will be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows ...