Luyện nghe bài hát No Provenance

Allelu,
I have happy,
and lived to tell the to you.
I have for forty years,
and to find me gone.
I woke safe and warm in arms.

Not informed of the law,
squatting, lordly, on a stool, in a stall,
we spun gold out of straw.
And, our bales of bullion
stored,
you burned me a barn.
I burned safe and warm in arms.

I'm of the Big Return.
There's a certain lost,
and that incurred
with remaining,
to register who had this way,
in the night,
in the middle of the
(negating their grace and sight),
only I remember, or mark,
how we had our

We our ride,
so that there was home,
and the lights of
and died.
And, more,
I believe that you it, too;
I think you saw flares,
and kept me unawares,
in arms.

The grass was tall, and with burrs,
I essayed that sashay which,
in my mind, was my
you behind, in yours.
Anyhow, she did not neigh.
I do not
what drew our eyes to
that black mare did not stir,
I lay down in your arms.

Poor old dirty dog-size horse!--
and wheezing,
as a of course;
and wheezing,
as a of pride.
poor old nag, not four palms wide,
had waited a time,
in salt,
buckled like a run foul of the fence.
In the of the night,
sprung up,
no provenance,
bearing the of her eyes.

And you, with
with Fate,
nodded sadly at her lame
on steady old gate,
her etiolated fishbelly-face;
the of a ghost.

And, Johnny Appleseed,
via feed,
us, who was it
that you then loved the
Pretty Appleseed,
leave a that leads
straight back to the farm.
Lay me
and warm in your arms.