Luyện nghe bài hát Emily

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

There is a rusty on the pines tonight
Sun wine, lord, or marrow
into the bones of the birches
And the spires of the
Jutting out 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 south

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

And, Emily - I saw you last night by the
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped 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 I wrote down in my ledger
Though all I of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in december
I you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember

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

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

You came and lay a cold compress upon the I'm in
Threw the wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!
The whole world - stopped - to you hollering
You looked down and saw now was happening

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pa pointed out to me, for the time tonight
The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red of light
Squint and listen -
Loving him, we move his borders:
Just asterisms in the set order

We could stand for a

With our heads
In the broad daylight at thing
Joy

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

Told, the is the source of the light
And the meteor's 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 quiet in offering to thee