Luyện nghe bài hát Vincent Craine

It was late
She sat watching never come to Vincent
the wet weather swollen door
Never
She pressed her up
Underneath the wooden
As in her
Dread flutters like the of love or pain
was a bowl of fruit
Shrinking on the table by a rusty
Over the weary distant hills
Never
Through piles of cars
>From the pools of water
>From the abattoir
That swarm leech and crawl in Lane
She towards the door
it open and stood behind Vincent Crane
He leaned back and locked his around her
Thin legs
They the sunlight
Slide in cold squares across the