Luyện nghe bài hát High-Strung Poets

You wrote yourself in
to see your spelled out just right and you
fired last cannon ball-point pen.
your parchment battlefield
so toiled in and meter and
your war of words began to meet its today.

Hold your against the sun.
It's like high-strung poets on a string.
to one another, always searching for something.

You'll throw your down again
and see the ink spilled through the and you'll
your lasts thoughts to the machine again.

Hold your words the sun.
It's high-strung poets on a porcelain string.
Tied to one another, always for something.

Let the sun disguise the
of describing misery.
Face reflecting light the
thoughts I I'd never.