Luyện nghe bài hát No Provenance

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

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

I'm of the Big Return.
There's a conversation lost,
and that incurred
nobody remaining,
to who had passed this way,
in the night,
in the middle of the
(negating their and their sight),
till 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 you saw their flares,
and kept me unawares,
in arms.

The grass was tall, and 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 mare did not stir,
till I lay down in arms.

Poor old dirty little horse!--
and wheezing,
as a of course;
and wheezing,
as a of pride.
That poor old nag, not palms wide,
had a long time,
in salt,
buckled like a ship run of the fence.
In the of the night,
she'd up,
no provenance,
the whites of her eyes.

And you, with
'arrangement' Fate,
nodded sadly at her assault
on steady old gate,
her faultlessly fishbelly-face;
the of a ghost.

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