Luyện nghe bài hát Fever

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

From the slats of the come
(where they did make rails)
Old death's songs
He know I was listening
So he crowed out and long
To the spiders and the and the dust of his conquests
and his and his loss
I his feet rejoice
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 spit out
I heard him turn as he did
My heartbeat in his ear
I was already
Oh, I him coming

spinning from his wheels
The arms rake for my heels
I know then and hit my face
And I these magic words

My is home
Her breast is
My is home

And I said these words

I fall down, the anthill for days

My dove is
Her breast is
My dove is