Luyện nghe bài hát The Spiining Turning Of The Summer Earth

The spinning turning of the summer
has strtched and the air
into a tight band around
it's girth

Dizzy and the suffocated streets
wind on and toil and
gasp their quick and tiny

Parched dry tongues scrape over lips
and every word we
and crackles in the heat

lizard we perch upon the stones
merging carved and this rough
dry unfurls pervades the flash
that once waxed now wanes the bones

High the sky
the one unblinking eye pours
its slippery butter , drops
oily fire on our backs

fingers without
fell for

and every move we
strains as if to break
something has to