Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

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

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

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

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

I'd make you my song
in the orchard
And I steal away
To watch the way silver belly
Bends and bows 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 valley
And I'd sow your golden fields of my own

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

(? ? ? ) 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 hair is the rain
And it soaks across the continents of my
These hands worship you so completely

You see this 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 lover for all
You in the morning
For sun(flowers? )
You in the morning
your kiss

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

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

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