Luyện nghe bài hát Youth

All calculations set to one
The inevitable from Heaven,
A of memories and a seance of rhythms
my house, my head,
And the to mind.
A leaps forward on suburban turf,
Past fields and streches of woods
with carbonic plague.
A wretched woman, somewhere in the world,
Sighs after an indulgence.
lie dreaming of storm, and of wounds and debauch.
Along streams the little children sit,
Stifling curses.
Let us turn more to our studies,
To the noise of insatiable
That forms and in the masses.