Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

Some things I've done make my conscience
My very spine and squirm
I only hope that I've from my sin
I heard a when I was thirteen
Got baptized, washed up
But the has a way, if you know what I mean
To scuff you up again and

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 than what appears to be
And when the just right
I I see poetry

Now, somebody every natural thing
From the soul, inside out to Saturn's
How my baby smiles and how Ray Charles
Of course we created
The clouds rain, the ocean makes sand
The earth breathes fire, and makes land
Now took a mighty hand
And a imagination

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

The dreams I dreamed back ten-fold
The I have, the woman I hold
I down and I'm on streets of gold
all the mud along the way
And sometimes the big old
leans right on me
And whispers I'm home and I am free
And I'll take any day

I explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star, or a wing
Or how a man in has the strength to sing
Just one is clear to me
There's always than what appears to be
And when the light's right
I I see poetry