Luyện nghe bài hát More Yellow Birds

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

A plastic shovel soft sweaty children far from
On vacation not your very own

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

my pony recognize my voice in hell?
Will he still be blind or do go by smell?
you promise me not to rest me out at sea?
But on a fiery river boat rickety

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