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 while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they up to you and me, in our window?

is a rusty light on the pines tonight
Sun wine, lord, or marrow
Down into the of the birches
And the of the churches
out from the shadows
The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged from a
In the mouth of the below

seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
We our very hearts would up and melt away
From that snow in the night
going
And
And the stirring of chimes
In the
In the
Helps me 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 stones 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 side, by the water
You me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
Though all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in
I promised you I'd set them to so I'd always remember

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

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

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

The lines are fadin' in my
Though I have never 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 that was once a 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 lit by a flare
seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
And row through the time
healthy
Gone all of a sudden
In of the midwife
Who could me
Who could me
me find my way back in
There are worries where been

Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; be bothered
your 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 your lead by the letter
And I this 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 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 woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the

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

And with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
The butterflies and birds at hot, ungodly hours
And my motherlessness 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 dirt-red bullet of
Squint and listen -
Loving him, we move his borders:
Just asterisms in the stars' set

We could stand for a

With our heads
In the broad daylight at thing
Joy

In bodies that don't
Dumbstruck with the of being
we don't be
Told; this
Eat

Told, the meteorite is the source of the
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 causes the light
And the how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee