Luyện nghe bài hát No Provenance

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

Not informed of the 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 burned safe and 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 their grace and sight),
till 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 that you knew it,
I you saw their flares,
and kept me unawares,
in arms.

The was tall, and strung with burrs,
I that high 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,
I lay down in your arms.

Poor old little dog-size horse!--
and wheezing,
as a matter of
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,
sprung up,
no provenance,
bearing the of her eyes.

And you, with
'arrangement' Fate,
nodded 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?
Pretty Appleseed,
leave a trail that
straight down to the farm.
Lay me
and warm in your arms.