Luyện nghe bài hát Poets

Spring starts when a pounding
When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final
Lava flowing in direction
He's been reprieve from the heat in the frozen food section

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

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

tell me what the poets are doing
Those Himalayas of the
Don't tell me what the been doing
In the grasses over time

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

If nothing more that you need now
The cut by bare breasted women
Beach bleached within reach for the women
Got to make it, make it by swimming