Luyện nghe bài hát Emily

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

There is a light on the pines tonight
Sun pouring wine, lord, or
Down into the 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 dragged a rope
In the of the south below

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

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

Anyhow - I sat by side, by the water
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 you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember

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

You came and lay a compress upon the mess I'm in
Threw the window and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!
The whole world - - to hear you hollering
You looked down and saw now what was

The are fadin' in my kingdom
Though I 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 downright sickening

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

Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; be bothered
Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water the water
Flanked by furrows, back, like a match 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 know you
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
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

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

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

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

We could for a century

With our heads
In the broad daylight at thing
Joy

In that don't keep
Dumbstruck the sweetness of being
Till we 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 of the fire that propelled it to thee

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