Luyện nghe bài hát The Talent Contest

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