Luyện nghe bài hát Vincent Craine

It was afternoon
She sat watching come to Vincent Crane
Under the wet weather swollen
came
She pressed her up
Underneath the table
As in her
Dread flutters like the thread of love or
was a bowl of fruit
Shrinking on the by a rusty spoon
Over the mist distant hills
Never
Through piles of cars
>From the stagnant pools of
the abattoir flys
That leech and crawl in Clamour Lane
She walked towards the
Pushed it and stood behind Vincent Crane
He leaned and locked his arms around her
Thin legs
watched the sunlight
Slide in squares across the walls