Luyện nghe bài hát Off-the-grid Girl

OFF-THE-GRID
Music, Eddie Arkin/Lyrics, Lorraine

He packed his in Bellingham,
the water taxi to where I am.
Wed lie by the his yellow dog,
Chasing butterflies I wrote my blog.
It warned the world to stay away,
To away.
He never pass the deep, dark winter here.
He that clear.

Weve got these as big as cats,
Slugs as long as arm,
A nest of rattlesnakes
by the onion farm.
We them in to eat the rats,
Which, as I stated, are big as cats.
All they did was and grow.
Its a very scary to be,
Unless youre an girl
me.

Forget about the ferry
It be dropping you here.
Forget those listings
On the of Windermere,
Or Coldwell Banker, or L. Scott.
One barren plot is all got.
Extended stays are apropos,
theres a cabin in the shadow of the penitentiary,
Just for an off-the-grid girl
me.

Its for our aquifer.
Salt pours every tap.
Not much can but nettles,
And sting you in a snap,
But if coming anyhow,
Get all vaccinations now.
Ill you something
(Keep it on the down-low.):
Theres a nasty pox for theres no immunity,
Unless an off-the-grid girl
me.

Ive kept his beside the bed.
Ive let him stay my head.
Hed walk by the table where I
The of purple, the plums of gold.
I a Harvard cap and gown.
I he played his money down.