Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

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

I'd like to make you my secret
Blaze and dark and red in the
And I steal away to watch the way
Your belly bends and bows beneath me

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

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

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

I'd you my wings in the foothills of montana
you my lover in the oceans of the world
I'd make you my children
And I would scatter you across my green of home
I'd be your valley
And I'd sow your golden of wheat my own

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

(? ? ? ) verses

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

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

You see this woman before you
Naked and seared, 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 wake in the
For sun(flowers? )
You in the morning
your kiss

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

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

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