Luyện nghe bài hát Traintime

Along the track the are humming
in bursts of code like drums....
Fathering the
further up the
shouting
down the of time.
The corridor the window,
no without the eye within....
bold the threshold
but on the line
shouting
down the of time.
Relatives on the phone, on the train,
talking before they thought to explain;
Voices wildly on tracks in the night
can't pick the up -
Oh let be light!
How light the soul!
You know the centre of attention,
You see yourself the of event...
I'm sorry if it's quarrying the line,
stage centre, down the passage of time.
The corridor retains shadows,
it's compartmentalised....
damping on ambience,
damp the and grind,
down the passage of time!
What's there to see or clear?
What's there to
the voice is right here?
What's there to promise or
What's to when the time is right now?
spoke on the phone, on the train,
talking before they had to retain;
Voices projected, in mid-flight,
forever...
Oh let be light!