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 they up to you and me, in our window?

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

We've seen those kneeling, felten and grey
We our very hearts would up and melt away
From that in the night time
going
And
And the of wind chimes
In the
In the
me find my way back in
From the place I have been

And, - I saw you last 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 sky'd been breathing on a

Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the
You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my
all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in december
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 that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite's just causes the light
And the how it's 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
the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!
The whole - stopped - to hear you hollering
You looked down and saw now what was

The are fadin' in my kingdom
I have never known the way to border '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 was once a tidy pen
And the mail is late and the estates are not lit from within
The talk in becoming downright sickening

In due time we will see the far butte lit by a
I've your bravery, and I will follow you there
And row the night time
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 I've been

Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be
Leave troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a held up to a newspaper
Emily, they'll follow your 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 banishes winter

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

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

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

Pa pointed out to me, for the time tonight
The way the ladle to a dirt-red bullet of light
Squint skyward and -
Loving him, we move within his
asterisms in the stars' set order

We could stand for a

With our cocked
In the broad at this thing
Joy

In that don't keep
with the sweetness of being
Till we be
Told; this
Eat

Told, the meteorite is the source of the
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 meteorite's just what the light
And the meteor's how perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that quiet in offering to thee