Luyện nghe bài hát Indiana

As the descent began I got the distinct
Lake had been frozen for decades
I the warmth from my metronome sternum
To our massive jetting vessel plumes of spent fuel

The under us cracked and ruptured
To palisades
Made of blades of gray, gray grass
And lichen
I was so
As my grip on you
Your got slicker

I am a deserted bus
Though our suggested
An American sea
Like the one I inside
After driving you once
half high

I-90 through desolation
I sense evil at the heart of each far well lighted home
I close my and see cellar stairways
with delicate animal bone

Musty house racks of fur jackets
with plasma
On a bus in
I you and screamed
Under patterns of weeping light