Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

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

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

I'd make you my wings in the of montana
My in the oceans of the world
I'd you... of children
And I would scatter you my green memories of home
I'd you my hungry valley
And sow your golden and wheats my own

If I a painter
I would you with this note
traces on your skin
And if I a writer
I write these words on your 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 your belly
Bends and bows me

I'd make you my wings in the foothills of
you my lover 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 your hungry
And I'd sow golden fields of wheat my own

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

(? ? ? ) swedish

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

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

You see this woman standing you
and seared, true of intent,
I need you
I want you

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
With kiss

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

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

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