Luyện nghe bài hát A Poem on the Underground

The last train is due
the underground is soon
in the dark station
restless in
a man in the shadows.

His eyes leap and scratch
at all that they can touch or
hidden deep his pocket
within his silent socket
he holds his crayon.

Now from the stony womb
the carriage rides to the groom
and opens wide and welcome
but he then withdraws
deeper in the

And the train is suddenly
on wheels silently
a gently tapping litany
and he his crayon rosary
tighter in his

Now his pocket he quickly flashes
the on the wall he slashes
deep the advertising
a poem comprised of
- letters

And his is laughing, screaming, pounding
the poem the tracks rebounding
by the exit light
his legs take their ascending
to seek the of darkness and be suckled by the night.