Luyện nghe bài hát For Mr. Thomas

From faded used to wrap a fish
Inscrutably the muse selects face
As I sit drinking in an Irish bar
Five miles and thirty years away

With the usual ceremonial you were one night
King of the field doctors nail the cows
To of the cock's quill the rights of language
And the pricking a sword against the hours

Let scholars writhe in their favourite bondage
And you plaintiff to the charge of art
A: he falls on legendary lines
Singing mother I want a pain here in my heart

The judge in me sucks eggs and the sacred meat
But the boy in me still dreams in Wood town
Like two provincial bastards playing the
I hold your photo to a mirror down

And as bacon wafts through hungry streets, your pervades
Just like an old ex-boxer aged two
Staged-up like Falstaff or the wild welsh
You'd laugh to see the monograms make of you
Ah, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the fair
Let us old bottles at the ferris wheel
Let us paint library on the library let us the moonlight
Let us whatever we are supposed to steal

Let us watch while the grow daily more mundane
That rough God go riding with his
Hack the belly of the swollen mountains
And rip molten heroes forth from furious tears

Oh, Mr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas,
Let us steal whatever supposed to steal
Mr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas,
Why don't we feel whatever we're to feel

Oh, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas,
Why don't we feel we're supposed to feel
Oh, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the
Let us throw bottles at the ferris
Let us paint library on the let us raid the moonlight