Luyện nghe bài hát Poets and Slaves

Here the mechanical sun
Working on the in the dry old creek bed
Mist on the old river bend, yellow box hangs like it's
The emerald is rusting from the inside

You to run like the wind
You'll never come here
You a world you can save
So c'mon you poets and

Circus pulls into town
The and the fat man head out for beer
There is no that roars to one can stand on the horse
is a no show the fortune teller cries

You want to go down in
You're gonna like the waves
And you can't remember your
So come on you and slaves

We got everything we need, and beef
We got some good
We got the steering wheels and stock too
Clouds came down low on the
Meat ants are gathering storms
Some where in the quiet darkness, a crocodile cries

You gotta, you gotta, you
C'mon you and slaves
You got to arrest the
sinking down in the bay
You can't your name
C'mon you poets and

You've got to count what you've
You're gonna pass the days
Stop and head for the stage
And you poets and slaves
C'mon you poets and
C'mon you poets and
C'mon you poets and