Luyện nghe bài hát The Spiining Turning Of The Summer Earth

The turning of the summer earth
has and wound the air
into a tight blue around
it's swollen

and relentless the suffocated streets
wind on and toil and
gasp quick and tiny breath

Parched dry scrape over reptile lips
and every word we
steams and in the heat

lizard still we perch the stones
carved and curled this rough
dry heat pervades the flash
marrow that once waxed now the bones

upon the sky
the one unblinking eye down
its slippery , yellow drops
melting oily fire on our

fingers without
for relief

and move we make
strains as if about to
has to give