Luyện nghe bài hát Youth

All calculations set to one
The inevitable Descent Heaven,
A visitation of and a seance of rhythms
my house, my head,
And the to mind.
A horse leaps on suburban turf,
Past planted and streches of woods
with carbonic plague.
A theatrical woman, somewhere in the world,
after an improbable indulgence.
Desperadoes lie of storm, and of wounds and debauch.
Along small the little children sit,
Stifling curses.
Let us turn more to our studies,
To the of insatiable movement
forms and ferments in the masses.