Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

I to call you my wild horse
(and you silver sage ? )
I'd like to paint my poems
tongued clay across her back
And ride you savagely as the and southern wind
Through green and wild

I'd to make you my secret song
and dark and red in the orchards
And I would steal to watch the way
silver belly bends and bows beneath me

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

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

I'd make you my song
in the orchard
And I would steal
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 of the world
I'd make you my calico
And I scatter you across my green memories of home
I'd be your valley
And I'd sow your fields of wheat my own

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

(? ? ? ) verses

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

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

You see this woman before you
and seared, true 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 in the morning
For sun(flowers? )
You wake in the
With kiss

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

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

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