Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(? ? ? ) swedish

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

dip you in these praises like cobwebs
And them....?
For your is the rain
And it soaks across the continents of my
hands that worship you so completely

You see woman standing 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
your kiss

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

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

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