Luyện nghe bài hát Emily

The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the
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 called up to you and me, in our window?

There is a rusty light on the pines
Sun pouring wine, lord, or
Down the bones of the birches
And the of the churches
Jutting out from the
The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the and the barrow
And everything like it was dragged from a rope
In the mouth of the below

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

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

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

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

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

You and lay a cold compress upon 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 fadin' in my
Though I have never known the way to 'em in
So the muddy mouths of baboons and and the grouse and the horse and the hen
Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was a tidy pen
And the mail is late and the great are not lit from within
The talk in town's becoming downright

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

Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be
Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water the water
Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match 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 know you
they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter

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

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

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

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

We could for a century

With our cocked
In the broad daylight at thing
Joy

In bodies that don't
Dumbstruck the sweetness of being
Till we be
take this
Eat

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

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