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 what they up to you and me, in our window?

is a rusty light on the pines tonight
Sun pouring wine, lord, or
into the bones 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 of the south below

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

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

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

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

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

You came and lay a cold upon the mess I'm in
Threw the window and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!
The whole world - - to hear you hollering
You looked and saw now what 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 that 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 seen bravery, and I will follow you there
And row the night time
healthy
Gone all of a sudden
In search of the
Who could me
Who help me
me find my way back in
There are worries where been

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, a match held up to a newspaper
Emily, follow your 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 hopeless
The ties bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
There is a song I with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning

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

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

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

We could stand for a

With our heads
In the broad at this thing
Joy

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

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

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