What are the sights of our town ? Well, there is that skeleton they hang some nights in the bar of the Rest and everyone laughing in whispers the barmaid broke down one time, laughing. The cord goes up through the ceiling to the undersprings of the big white bed in the Honeymoon Suite and when they joggle, there's whooping and folk stalking out in emotins and when the dance- hoo, when they dance! he knows every tune on the honeymoon flute, does the hollow-hipped fellow. There are a few, mind, who drink on straight trough it all. Stead drinkers. Up over the pub there's the sky full of stars, as I have reflected outside, while guiding the course of my thoughts. Somesay there's a larger cord goes up there, but I doubt it I mean but then I'm no dancer. Besides that, there's meatworks and mines. lang thang trên sa mạc nắng cháy chờ mùa Xuân gọi bóng em về Violinist
