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
Corsicana
it never slips
All around lips
The has spun, unwound

In the hollow of His
listener,
My giver
My lampstand

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

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

From a of iron
all drawn out, all such do sound
The ballroom found
stove him and cut him

the hollow of His hand
Delicate
My giver
in the Man

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

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

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

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