Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

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

I'd to make you my secret song
Blaze and and red in the orchards
And I would steal away to the way
Your silver belly bends and beneath me

I'd make you my wings in the of montana
My lover in the of the world
I'd make you... of
And I would you across my green memories of home
I'd you my hungry valley
And sow golden fields and wheats my own

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

I'd make you my song
Blazing in the
And I steal away
To the way your silver belly
Bends and beneath me

I'd make you my wings in the foothills of
Make you my lover in the of the world
I'd make you my calico
And I would scatter you across my green of home
I'd be your hungry
And I'd sow golden fields of wheat my own

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

(? ? ? ) swedish

And you are the on my alter
I worship you eternally in
Like the ?

I'll dip you in praises like cobwebs
And them....?
For your is the rain
And it soaks the continents of my skin
These hands that worship you so

You see this woman before you
and seared, true of intent,
I don't you
I you near

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

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

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

You be my children
scatter you across my green memories of home