Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

Some things I've make my conscience burn
My very spine shudder and
I hope that I've learned from my sin
I heard a voice I was thirteen
Got baptized, up clean
But the world has a way, if you know what I
To scuff you up and again

I can't explain a thing
Not a star, or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the to sing
Just one thing is to me
There's always more than appears to be
And when the just right
I I see poetry

Now, somebody every natural thing
From the soul, out to Saturn's rings
How my baby and how Ray Charles sings
Of we were created
The clouds rain, the ocean makes sand
The breathes fire, and lava makes land
Now that took a hand
And a imagination

I can't explain a blessed
Not a star, or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the to sing
Just one thing is to me
always more than what appears to be
And the light's just right
I I see poetry

The I dreamed came back ten-fold
The friends I have, the woman I
I look down and I'm on of gold
all the mud along the way
And sometimes the big old
Just leans on me
And whispers that I'm home and I am
And I'll that any day

I can't explain a thing
Not a star, or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the strength to
Just one thing is to me
There's always more than what to be
And when the just right
I swear I see