Luyện nghe bài hát Fever

In an open field at
To footfalls, I
Marching ants across my zone
Their feet had no
They followed some draw
Prisoners of their

From the slats of the come
(where once they did 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 dust of his
and his and his loss
I heard his feet
I heard him tap his
As if he had his own
On at the athenaeum

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

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

My is home
Her breast is
My dove is

And I these magic words

I fall down, down the for days

My dove is
Her breast is
My is home