Luyện nghe bài hát Poets and Slaves

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

You want to run the wind
You'll never here again
You want a world you can
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
Tomorrow is a no show the fortune cries

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

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

You gotta, you gotta, you
C'mon you poets and
You got to the decay
sinking down in the bay
You remember your name
C'mon you and slaves

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