Luyện nghe bài hát No Provenance

Allelu,
I died happy,
and lived to tell the to you.
I slept for forty 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, when our of bullion
stored,
you me like a barn.
I burned and warm in your arms.

I'm of the Big Return.
There's a certain lost,
and that incurred
nobody remaining,
to who had passed this way,
in the night,
in the middle of the
(negating grace and their sight),
only I remember, or mark,
how we had our

We our ride,
so there was no-one home,
and the lights of
and died.
And, more,
I believe you knew it, too;
I think you saw flares,
and kept me unawares,
in arms.

The grass was tall, and with burrs,
I essayed that high which,
in my mind, was my
you behind, in yours.
Anyhow, she did not neigh.
I do not
what our eyes to hers;
that black mare 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
with Fate,
nodded sadly at her lame
on that old gate,
her faultlessly etiolated
the of a ghost.

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