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 they're talking
Don't tell me that anti-social
Somehow not enough, all right

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

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

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

If there's nothing 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