Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

I like to call you my wild
(and you silver sage ? )
I'd like to my poems with
tongued clay across her back
And ride you as the sweet and southern wind
Through green and 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 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 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 paint you with note
Silver on your skin
And if I were a
I would write 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
and bows beneath 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 you across my green memories of home
I'd be your hungry
And I'd sow your golden fields of my own

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

(? ? ? ) verses

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

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

You see this woman standing 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 kiss

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

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

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