Luyện nghe bài hát Fever

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

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

I caught his words in my mouth
I gagged and choked and spit 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 arms rake for my
I know then and hit my face
And I these magic words

My dove is
Her breast is
My is home

And I these magic words

I down, down the anthill for days

My is home
Her is warm
My dove is