Luyện nghe bài hát Fever

In an open field at
To footfalls, I
Marching ants my temple zone
feet had no intention
They followed some magnetic
Prisoners of their

the slats of the factory come
(where once did make rails)
Old death's peculiar
He didn't know I was
So he out nice and long
To the spiders and the lumber and the of his conquests
and his and his loss
I heard his feet
I heard him tap his
As if he had his own
On stage at the

I his words in my open mouth
I gagged and choked and them out
I heard him as he did hear
My heartbeat in his ear
I was running
Oh, I heard him

Shrapnel spinning from his
The sounding arms rake for my
I know then roll and hit my
And I said magic words

My dove is
Her is warm
My dove is

And I said these words

I fall down, the anthill for days

My is home
Her breast is
My is home