Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

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

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

Now, somebody made every thing
the soul, inside out to Saturn's rings
How my baby smiles and how Ray Charles
Of course we were
The clouds make rain, the makes sand
The earth fire, and lava makes land
Now that took a mighty
And a wild

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

The dreams I dreamed came back
The I have, the woman I hold
I look down and I'm on streets of
After all the mud the way
And sometimes the big old
Just leans on me
And whispers that I'm home and I am
And take that any day

I can't explain a 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 more than appears to be
And the light's just right
I I see poetry