Luyện nghe bài hát No Provenance

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

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

I'm of the Big Return.
There's a conversation lost,
and loss incurred
with remaining,
to register who had passed way,
in the night,
in the of the night
(negating grace and their 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 that you knew it, too;
I think you saw flares,
and me safely unawares,
in arms.

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

Poor old dirty little 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,
she'd up,
no provenance,
the whites of her eyes.

And you, with
'arrangement' Fate,
sadly at her lame assault
on that old gate,
her faultlessly etiolated
the of a ghost.

And, pretty Appleseed,
via feed,
us, who was it
that you loved the most?
Johnny Appleseed,
leave a trail leads
back down to the farm.
Lay me
and warm in your arms.