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 Superfarmer's
He's been getting reprieve from the in the frozen food section

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

And porn speaks to splintered legions
To the amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions
aiming at the archetypal father
He said such broad and tentative swipes why do you even bother?

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

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

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