Luyện nghe bài hát Corsicana Clip

Riding you
Up the
Skip alive, walking man
As big as your
Who gave you a heart
Such a as this

Spread out on the
clip
'course it slips
All around lips
The spool has spun,

In the hollow of His
listener,
My giver
My bodied

Oh I be off, off your rock
I set my teeth in a spite of
I've got a chance
To bet him
To stop his

Be a to me
Quiet, like a
Seven hundred horn
and rein tight
Just as
With my free tonight.

From a clang of
all drawn out, all such do sound
The belle found
him and cut him down

From the of His hand
Delicate
My tendered
in the Man

In the hollow of Your
Untethered
My bodied lamp-light stand (My limp lies down?)

I up
the looking
I up
the . . .
. . . .

it is already
He has . . . .
Hey, shoulder
Hey . . .
in my ear
. . . .
Hey cold

above the praises of the people
High above the praises of the
light!
light!
here!
here!