Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

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

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

I'd make you my wings in the of montana
My lover in the oceans of the
I'd make you... of
And I scatter you across my green memories of home
I'd make you my valley
And sow your golden fields and my own

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

I'd make you my song
Blazing in the
And I steal away
To watch the way your belly
and bows beneath 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 calico
And I scatter 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 make you my wild horse
I'd paint you silver and
you savagely through green wild country

(? ? ? ) verses

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

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

You see this standing before you
Naked and seared, of intent,
I need you
I want you

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

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

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

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