Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Circle Ends

Mountain
Morning red ridges
Stab up at the trembling blue
Grey slides lazily off
Lands on the incandescent ground and
A flock of little men down on the thin surface of porchlight
Dawn's footsoldiers return to march the twilight across our
Skylights and explode
Scattering shards of april the room
No one even here
We're too busy crashin our cars every morning in the house
Paving the same
Unwilling to them
And even when we extend ourselves, its only to be
In a moment that still
And so often we don't struggle to improve
We for the right to say "We improved conditions"
And so often we form
Only to use them as devices
And we forget that somewhere man is beside himself grief
And somewhere people are calling for
And no one's
Somewhere a man stands, across the room, and breaks his nose against the door
And these people are keeping records
And writing a
For now we can it "The Book About the Basic Flaw
Or "The Book About the A"
Or "Any Title That a Book About a Man That No One About Might Have"
And as we turn the pages we call out the sounds of
The sounds of a alphabet
Standing here