Luyện nghe bài hát Corsicana Clip

Riding you
Up the
Skip alive, wounded man
As big as fist
Who gave you a heart
a heart as this

Spread out on the
clip
'course it slips
All around yours
The has spun, unwound

In the hollow of His
listener,
My giver
My lampstand

Oh I must be off, off your
I set my in a spite of hand
I've got a chance
To bet him
To his clock

Be a to me
Quiet, a feather
Seven hundred pound
and buck tight
as dangerous
With my hand tonight.

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

From the of His hand
listener
My tendered
in the Man

In the of Your hand
giver
My bodied lamp-light stand (My body limp down?)

I up
the through
I up
the . . .
. . . .

it is near
He has . . . .
Hey, shoulder
Hey . . .
in my ear
. . . .
Hey shoulder

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