Luyện nghe bài hát In a Sweater, Poolry Knit

In a poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile
Little Moses drifts downstream in the
A reply, an awkward, rigid laugh
And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket

Your flavor in my mind's back and forth
Sweeter than any wine, as as mustard greens
And light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread
The I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

Go plow some other and try and forget my name
See what harvest yields and I'd do the same
I rows of peas, but the first week of July
They should have come up to my knees but they were ankle high

Take the fingers from your to weave your colored yarns
And boil down fruit to preserves in mason jars
And the books are and the goats are underfed
The I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence
You made a fool of me, and I've thanked you ever since
And if she comes circling back, we'll end where we'd
two pennies on the train track the train crushed into one

Or if I'm a crown a king, if I'm a broken, open seed
If I come a thing and I come with all I need
No boat out in the blue, no place to your head
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg

I do not exist, I do not exist, I do not
I do not exist, I do not exist, I do not
I do not exist, I do not exist, I do not
I do not exist, only you exist, I do not