Luyện nghe bài hát The Talent Contest

she sit the mirror, hanging mirrors on her
and spreads the spraypaint on the haystack that
she calls her hair. She fills a crack, her
nails blood-dipped spears (they're dripping!)
Smears the lipstick, licks her lips and slips
her leopard plunging 'v' from neck to knees,
but nothing's seen, it's just suggested. Tonight
make a plea for starving and heart disease
in trees. She's on T.V., she's for a 10 from
presentation, application, she'd do any-
thing . . . anything to win. And and Yin, the
juggling twins, spinning past her door to mild
applause and 5.4s and cleaning 'til lights
out. Funny Murray taps his beads and reads
the Tarot. She around and sneers. No com-
petition, superstition. Blind ambition. She'd do
thing to win. And her lucky number . . .