Luyện nghe bài hát My House

The image of the poet's in the
geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the
My is very beautiful at night

My friend and occupies a spare room
He's dead, at at last, the wandering Jew
Other friends had put stones on his
He was the great man that I had ever met

Sylvia and I got out our Board
To dial a spirit, the room it soared
We were happy and at what we saw
Blazing stood the proud and regal name

Delmore, I missed all funny ways
I your jokes and the brilliant things you said
My to your bloom was such a perfect wit
And to find you in my house makes things

I've really got a life
My writing, my motorcycle and my
And to top it all off a of pure poetry
Is living in this stone and wood house me

The image of the poet's in the
Canadian geese are flying the trees
A mist is gently on the lake
Our is very beautiful at night

Our house is very at night
Our house is very beautiful at
Our house is very beautiful at