Luyện nghe bài hát Poets

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

tell me what 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 winter regions
While at the archetypal father
He said with such and tentative swipes why do you even bother?

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

Don't 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 paid, all right

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