Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Tide

She her home,
She alone
By the seaside.
Her fingers
She folds the
By the seaside.
She sits and
She her way
To insides.

losses her choices.
The years
Her longing and flows.
Her whole life a slow
in the undertow
Of the tide.

Her ear's cone,
Rosettes of
a seashell.
Her hands
Smooth out the
the sea swells.
Her tiny
Cut through the
a buoy bell.

What her choices.
The years
Her ebbs and flows.
Her life a slow slide
in the undertow
Of the tide.