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 gold clear out of straw.
And, our bales of bullion
stored,
you me like a barn.
I burned and warm in your arms.

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

We our ride,
so that was no-one home,
and the of Rome
and died.
And, more,
I believe that you knew it,
I think you saw flares,
and me safely 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 little mare did not stir,
I lay down in your arms.

Poor old dirty little horse!--
and wheezing,
as a matter of
and wheezing,
as a of pride.
That poor old nag, not four 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, your
'arrangement' Fate,
nodded at her lame assault
on that old gate,
her faultlessly fishbelly-face;
the of a ghost.

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