Luyện nghe bài hát Poets and Slaves

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

You want to run the wind
You'll never come again
You want a you can save
So you poets and slaves

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

You want to go down in
You're gonna like the waves
And you remember your name
So on you poets and slaves

We got everything we need, sugar and
We got good ideas
We got the steering wheels and rolling too
Clouds came down low on the
ants are gathering like storms
Some in the quiet wild darkness, a crocodile cries

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

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