Luyện nghe bài hát Emily

The and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport of the
A little while later the Pharisees dragged through the meadow
Do you remember what they up to you and me, in our window?

There is a rusty light on the pines
Sun pouring wine, lord, or
Down into the bones of the
And the spires of the
out from the shadows
The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged a rope
In the mouth of the south

We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and
We thought our very hearts would up and melt
From that snow in the time
Just
And
And the stirring of wind
In the
In the
Helps me find my way in
From the where I have been

And, Emily - I saw you night by the river
I you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever,
In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been on a mirror

- I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my
Though all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in
I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always

the meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor's what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite's just what the light
And the meteor's how it's
And the a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

You came and lay a cold compress the mess I'm in
Threw the window and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!
The world - stopped - to hear you hollering
You down and saw now what was happening

The lines are in my kingdom
I have never known the way to border 'em in
So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the and the horse and the hen
Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a pen
And the mail is late and the great are not lit from within
The in town's becoming downright sickening

In due time we see the far butte lit by a flare
I've your bravery, and I will follow you there
And row the night time
healthy
Gone healthy all of a
In of the midwife
Who could me
Who could me
Help me find my way in
There are worries I've been

Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; be bothered
your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
Flanked by furrows, back, like a match held up to a newspaper
Emily, they'll follow your lead by the
And I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you
they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter

Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless
The ties that bind, they are barbed and and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the

Come on home, the poppies are all knee-deep by now
Blossoms all have fallen, and the ruins the plow
Peonies nod in the and while they wetly bow, with
Hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their

And everything with is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
The butterflies and birds at hot, ungodly hours
And my clay-colored motherlessness rangily
Come on home, now! All my are dolorous with vines

Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth tonight
The way the ladle leads to a bullet of light
Squint and listen -
Loving him, we move his borders:
asterisms in the stars' set order

We could stand for a

With our heads
In the daylight at this thing
Joy

In bodies that don't
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of
Till we be
Told; take
Eat

Told, the meteorite is the of the light
And the just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to

And the just what causes the light
And the how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to