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 spun 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 loss incurred
nobody 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 there was home,
and the lights of
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 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 mare did not stir,
I lay down in your arms.

Poor old little dog-size horse!--
and wheezing,
as a of course;
and wheezing,
as a of pride.
That poor old nag, not four wide,
had a long time,
in salt,
buckled a ship run foul of the fence.
In the of the night,
sprung up,
no provenance,
bearing the of her eyes.

And you, with
with Fate,
nodded at her lame assault
on steady old gate,
her faultlessly fishbelly-face;
the of a ghost.

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