Luyện nghe bài hát In a Sweater, Poorly Knit

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

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

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

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

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

Or if I'm a without 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 place to 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