Luyện nghe bài hát Fever

In an field at dusk
To footfalls, I
Marching ants my temple zone
Their had no intention
followed some magnetic draw
Prisoners of destination

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

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

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

My dove is
Her breast is
My is home

And I said magic words

I down, down the anthill for days

My dove is
Her is warm
My dove is