Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

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

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

I'd make you my in the foothills of montana
My lover in the of the world
I'd you... of children
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 paint you with this note
Silver traces on skin
And if I a writer
I write these words on your back
In tongue clay, deep in (your wind? )

I'd make you my song
in the orchard
And I would steal
To watch the way silver belly
Bends and bows me

I'd make you my 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 green of home
I'd be your hungry
And I'd sow golden fields of wheat my own

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

(? ? ? ) verses

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

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

You see woman standing before you
Naked and seared, of intent,
I need you
I you near

For you are my
You are my of the sun
You are my for all time
You in the morning
For sun(flowers? )
You wake in the
With your

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

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

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