Luyện nghe bài hát More Yellow Birds

Is your still lost in the sand?
Out on the coast, or rushed into the
You left your on the shoreline
So you wouldn't lose them, in the shallows

A plastic shovel soft sweaty far from home
On vacation not unlike your own

And the Howdy lit, upon my shoulder
And he left me sulfur, and rooms full of headaches
I fell in snakes, in the poisoned ranks of strangers
Please send me yellow birds for the dim interior

Will my pony my voice in hell?
Will he still be or do they go by smell?
Will you me not to rest me out at sea?
But on a river boat that's rickety

I'll never find my pony along the swells
A muddy or a lake would do me well
With hints of amber and muted thunderstorms
A sunken barge's horns with the rusty bells