Luyện nghe bài hát In a Sweater, Poolry Knit

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

Your flavor in my back and forth between
than any wine, as bitter as mustard greens
And light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg

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

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

You're a door-without-a-key, a
You made a holy of me, and I've thanked you ever since
And if she comes back, we'll end where we'd begun
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 without a and I come with all I need
No out in the blue, no place to rest your head
The trap I set for you seems to have my leg instead

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