Luyện nghe bài hát To A Teacher

[Dedicated to A. M. (1909-1972)]

Hurt and for all into silence.
A long pain ending without a to prove it.
Who could stand you so close to Eden,
When you glinted in eye the held-high
razor, every ram and son?
And now the loony bin, where
The shadows live in the like
bats,
Until the turning mind, a signal,
lures to exaggerate
Mountain-size on the white stone
Your limp.
How can I you in such a house?
Are no more saints and wizards
to praise their ways pupils,
No more to stun with the slap
of a wet red
Did you confuse the in a mirror
and rest he had finally come?
Let me cry beside you, Teacher.
I have entered under this roof
As fearlessly as an son
Enters his house.