Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

I to call you my wild horse
(and feed you sage ? )
I'd to paint my poems with
Desert tongued clay across her
And ride you savagely as the and southern wind
green and wild kentucky

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

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

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

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

I'd you my wings in the foothills of montana
Make you my lover in the oceans of the
I'd you my calico children
And I would scatter you across my memories of home
I'd be your hungry
And I'd sow your golden fields of my own

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

(? ? ? ) swedish

And you are the rose on my
I worship you in flight
Like the ?

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

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

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

be your hungry valley
And sow golden fields of wheat...?

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

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