Luyện nghe bài hát Poets and Slaves

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

You want to run like the
You'll never here again
You want a world you can
So c'mon you and slaves

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

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

We got everything we need, sugar and
We got good ideas
We got the steering wheels and rolling too
came down low on the corn
Meat 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 the decay
sinking down in the bay
You can't your name
C'mon you poets and

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