Luyện nghe bài hát Pigeon

The brackish roots of river
Anchored in my curving
to the whims of wind's design
And I lay down at side

the brine of reds in clay
A swollen angel bouquet
In the red-winged blackbird's eyes of
A saltwater tear

But the and the earthen parapet
Silts this rivulet
The bluffs and the banks will soon
A single was cried

And in this spawning it blooms
The and the petal plumes
A purple swallow now
the river that has died

Palmately spread
malva comes
To be your lilied

The of rinoculous
and dianthus
The ivory water-lotus
Sweetly wide

But the most fondly named
and green leaves framed
Surely come to be reclaimed
Beyond the divide

Without a voice left to
waterlogged and heavy wing
With eyes unsuffering
A pigeon in the tide