Luyện nghe bài hát No Provenance

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

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

I'm of the Big Return.
a certain conversation lost,
and that loss
nobody remaining,
to register who had passed way,
in the night,
in the of the night
(negating their and their sight),
till I remember, or mark,
how we had our

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

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

Poor old dirty dog-size horse!--
and wheezing,
as a matter of
and wheezing,
as a of pride.
That old nag, not four 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,
bearing the of her eyes.

And you, your
'arrangement' Fate,
sadly at her lame assault
on that old gate,
her etiolated fishbelly-face;
the of a ghost.

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