Luyện nghe bài hát Poets

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

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

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

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

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 more that you now
The lawn cut by breasted women
Beach bleached towels within reach for the
Got to make it, make it by swimming