Luyện nghe bài hát No Provenance

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

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

I'm of the Big Return.
a certain conversation lost,
and loss incurred
nobody remaining,
to register who had this way,
in the night,
in the middle of the
(negating their grace and sight),
till 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 that you knew it, too;
I you saw their flares,
and me safely unawares,
in arms.

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

Poor old dirty dog-size horse!--
and wheezing,
as a matter of
and wheezing,
as a of pride.
That poor old nag, not palms wide,
had waited a time,
in salt,
buckled a ship 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 steady old gate,
her etiolated fishbelly-face;
the of a ghost.

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