Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

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

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

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

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

I'd make you my song
in the orchard
And I would away
To watch the way silver 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 make you my children
And I scatter you across my green memories of home
I'd be your hungry
And I'd sow your fields of wheat my own

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

(? ? ? ) swedish

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

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

You see this standing 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
With kiss

I'll be your hungry
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 across my green memories of