Luyện nghe bài hát Traintime

Along the the wires are humming
in of code like far-off drums....
the message:
further up the
someone's
the passage of time.
The corridor the window,
no view the eye within....
bold upon the
but holding on the
we're
the passage of time.
Relatives on the phone, on the train,
talking before they have thought to
pitched wildly on tracks in the night
can't the pace up -
Oh let be light!
How becomes the soul!
You know the centre of attention,
You see the locus of event...
I'm sorry if painful quarrying the line,
centre, shouting down the passage of time.
The corridor retains shadows,
it's compartmentalised....
down on ambience,
damp the and grind,
down the passage of time!
What's to see or make clear?
there to know
when the voice is here?
there to promise or vow?
What's to believe when the time is now?
Relatives on the phone, on the train,
talking before had sought to retain;
projected, spears in mid-flight,
forever...
Oh let be light!