Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

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

I'd like to make you my song
Blaze and dark and red in the
And I would away to watch the way
Your silver belly and bows beneath me

I'd make you my in the foothills of montana
My lover in the oceans of the
I'd you... of children
And I would scatter you my green memories of home
I'd make you my hungry
And sow your fields and wheats my own

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

I'd make you my song
Blazing in the
And I would steal
To watch the way your belly
Bends and beneath me

I'd make you my wings in the of montana
Make you my lover in the of the world
I'd you my calico children
And I would scatter you across my green memories of
I'd be hungry valley
And I'd sow golden fields of wheat my own

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

(? ? ? ) swedish

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

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

You see this 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 kiss

I'll be your valley
And sow your golden 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 of home