Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Circle Ends

Mountain
Morning red bathed
Stab up at the trembling blue
Grey slides off rooftops
on the incandescent ground and dies
A flock of men touch down on the thin surface of porchlight
Dawn's footsoldiers return to march the twilight our faces
Skylights ignite and
Scattering shards of around the room
No one even here
We're too busy our cars every morning in the same house
Paving the roads
Unwilling to them
And when we extend ourselves, its only to be included
In a moment that still
And so often we don't to improve conditions
We struggle for the right to say "We conditions"
And so often we form
Only to use as exclusionary devices
And we forget that somewhere man is beside with grief
And somewhere people are for teachers
And no one's
Somewhere a man stands, walks across the room, and breaks his nose the door
And somewhere people are keeping records
And writing a
For now we can call it "The Book About the Basic
Or "The Book the Letter A"
Or "Any Title That a Book About a Man That No One Cares Might Have"
And as we turn the pages we out the sounds of nothing
The sounds of a alphabet
here waiting