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 comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our

There is a rusty light on the pines
Sun wine, lord, or marrow
Down into the of the birches
And the of the churches
out from the shadows
The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the
And everything sloped like it was from a rope
In the mouth of the below

seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
We thought our very hearts up and melt away
that snow in the night time
Just
And
And the of wind chimes
In the
In the
Helps me find my way in
From the place I have been

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

Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the
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 to verse so I'd always remember

That the is a source of the light
And the meteor's just we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to

And the meteorite's just what causes the
And the meteor's how perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the 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 whole world - stopped - to you hollering
You down and saw now what was happening

The lines are fadin' in my
Though I have never the way to border 'em in
So the muddy mouths of and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen
at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen
And the is late and the great estates are not lit from within
The talk in town's becoming 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 through the night
Gone
Gone healthy all of a
In search of the
Who could me
Who could me
Help me my way back in
There are worries where I've

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

Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless
The ties bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing would help me come to 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 fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
Peonies nod in the breeze and while they bow, with
Hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a brow

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

Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth tonight
The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red of light
Squint and listen -
Loving him, we move within his
Just asterisms in the stars' set

We stand for a century

With our heads
In the broad at this thing
Joy

In bodies that keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of
Till we be
Told; take
Eat

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

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