Luyện nghe bài hát Fever

In an open field at
To footfalls, I
Marching ants across my temple
Their had no intention
They followed magnetic draw
Prisoners of destination

the slats of the factory come
(where once did make rails)
Old death's peculiar
He know I was listening
So he crowed out and long
To the spiders and the and the dust of his conquests
and his hunger and his
I heard his 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 them out
I heard him turn as he did
My tiny in his ear
I was running
Oh, I heard him

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

My dove is
Her breast is
My dove is

And I said these words

I fall down, down the for days

My dove is
Her is warm
My is home