Luyện nghe bài hát Poets

Spring starts when a heartbeat's
When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing final accounting
Lava flowing in Superfarmer's
He's been getting reprieve from the heat in the frozen food

Don't me what the poets are doing
Don't me that they're talking tough
Don't tell me that they're
not anti-social enough, all right

And speaks to it's splintered legions
To the amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions
While at the archetypal father
He said with such broad and tentative swipes why do you even

Don't tell me what the are doing
Those of the mind
Don't tell me what the poet's been
In the long grasses time

Don't tell me what the are doing
On the street and the of vague
Don't me how the universe is altered
When you find out how he gets paid, all

If there's nothing more that you now
The lawn cut by breasted women
Beach towels within reach for the women
Got to it, that'll make it by swimming