Luyện nghe bài hát Emily Dickinson

She was no a user
Don't think she realised we that
Not one to make a
Why this and not something
Wasn't it

She made such a of it
You help but notice
And an of tenderness
And who wants to like that

And friends turn their on her
She - no a user
And she wanted to home
With a box of postcards
And no place to them

Live like Dickinson
Without so as a kiss
Or the of strangers
Withdrawing herself

But why
And not something