Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

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

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

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

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

I'd make you my song
Blazing in the
And I would away
To watch the way your silver
Bends and bows me

I'd make you my wings in the foothills of
Make you my lover in the oceans of the
I'd you my calico children
And I would scatter you across my green memories of
I'd be hungry valley
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
Ride you savagely through green wild

(? ? ? ) verses

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

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

You see woman standing before you
Naked and seared, of intent,
I don't 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
your kiss

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

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

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