Luyện nghe bài hát Fever

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

From the of the factory come
(where once they did rails)
Old death's peculiar
He know I was listening
So he crowed out and long
To the spiders and the lumber and the dust of his
and his hunger and his
I heard his rejoice
I heard him tap his
As if he had his own
On at the athenaeum

I caught his in my open mouth
I gagged and and spit them out
I him turn as he did hear
My heartbeat in his ear
I was already
Oh, I heard him

Shrapnel spinning his wheels
The sounding arms rake for my
I know roll and hit my face
And I said these magic

My is home
Her breast is
My is home

And I said these words

I down, down the anthill for days

My dove is
Her is warm
My dove is