Luyện nghe bài hát My Little Lovers

A tincture washes
The cabbage skies
the dribbling tree
With shoots...
raincoats
White with moons
With eyes
Knock your kneecaps
My ugly

We each other
At time
Blue, one
We ate soft eggs
And
One evening, you me poet
ugly one
Come down here that I may you
my lap

I spewed your
Black, one
You would my mandolin
On the of my brow
Ugh! My saliva
Red-haired, one
Still the trenches
Of your breast

Oh my little
How I you
Plaster with painful
ugly tits

Stamp on my old
Of
on up
Be for me
Just for a
Ohhhh.....

Your shoulder
Are
Oh, my
A star on lame back
Turn turns

And yet it's for mutton shoulders
I've written poems
I would like to smash hips
For loved

heap of failed stars
Crowd the
You will in God
with ignoble worries
Beneath the moons
With Round
Knock together your

My ones!