Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

I like to you my wild horse
(and feed you silver ? )
I'd like to my poems with
Desert clay across her back
And ride you savagely as the sweet and wind
Through green and kentucky

I'd like to make you my song
and dark and red in the orchards
And I would away to watch the way
Your silver belly bends and beneath me

I'd make you my wings in the foothills of
My in the oceans of the world
I'd you... of children
And I would scatter you across my memories of home
I'd you my hungry valley
And sow your golden and wheats my own

If I were a
I paint you with this note
Silver traces on your
And if I a writer
I would write these on your back
In tongue clay, deep in (your wind? )

I'd make you my secret
in the orchard
And I would steal
To the way your silver belly
Bends and bows me

I'd make you my wings in the foothills of
Make you my in the oceans of the world
I'd make you my children
And I would you across my green memories of home
I'd be hungry valley
And I'd sow your fields of wheat my own

If I a writer
I make you my wild horse
I'd you silver sage and
Ride you savagely through green wild

(? ? ? ) verses

And you are the on my alter
I worship you in flight
the wave ?

I'll dip you in these like cobwebs
And them....?
For your hair is the
And it across the continents of my skin
These that worship you so completely

You see woman standing before you
and seared, true of intent,
I need you
I want you

For you are my
You are my of the sun
You are my lover for all
You wake in the
For sun(flowers? )
You in the morning
With your

I'll be your hungry
And sow golden fields of wheat...?

And you are the rose on my
I worship you eternally in
the wave ?

You be my calico
I'll scatter you across my green of home