Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Circle Ends

Mountain
Morning red bathed
Stab up at the trembling horizon
Grey slides lazily off
Lands on the incandescent and dies
A of little men touch down on the thin surface of porchlight
footsoldiers return to march the twilight across our faces
Skylights and explode
Scattering shards of around the room
No one lives here
We're too busy crashin our cars morning in the same house
the same roads
Unwilling to them
And even when we ourselves, its only to be included
In a that stands 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 them as devices
And we forget that somewhere man is himself with grief
And somewhere people are for teachers
And no answering
Somewhere a man stands, walks across the room, and breaks his nose the door
And somewhere these people are keeping
And writing a
For now we can call it "The Book About the Flaw
Or "The Book the Letter A"
Or "Any Title That a Book a Man That No One Cares About Might Have"
And as we turn the pages we call out the sounds of
The of a vanishing alphabet
here waiting