Luyện nghe bài hát Poets

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

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

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

Don't tell me what the are doing
Himalayas of the mind
Don't tell me 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
tell me how the universe is altered
When you find out how he paid, all right

If there's more that you need now
The cut by bare breasted women
Beach bleached towels within for the women
Got to make it, make it by swimming