Luyện nghe bài hát In a Sweater, Poolry Knit

In a sweater poorly knit and an smile
Little Moses drifts in the Nile
A fumbling reply, an awkward, rigid
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 it's light and as honeydew and pumpernickel bread
The I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

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

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

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

Or if I'm a crown a king, if I'm a broken, open seed
If I come without a thing and I come all I need
No boat out in the blue, no to rest 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, you exist, I do not exist