Luyện nghe bài hát Poets

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

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

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

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

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

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