Luyện nghe bài hát No Provenance

Allelu,
I died happy,
and lived to tell the to you.
I have for forty 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, our bales 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 that loss
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 of Rome
and died.
And, more,
I believe you knew it, too;
I think you saw flares,
and me safely unawares,
in arms.

The grass was tall, and strung burrs,
I that high 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 little mare did not stir,
till I lay down in arms.

old dirty little dog-size horse!--
and wheezing,
as a matter of
and wheezing,
as a of pride.
That old nag, not four palms wide,
had a long time,
in salt,
buckled like a run foul of the fence.
In the of the night,
she'd up,
no provenance,
bearing the of her eyes.

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

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