Luyện nghe bài hát Rider

Baby's ball is all blood red of flayed
and silk little things
fill a hung from strings
and I fly out on my silver, wings
(with the sardines)
over cities of things mommies --
as gas, and half-assedly free,
like I was in nineteen three.

Over the ruins we're staggering apes.
What we get is what we
in a split open where a man can get kinged
in a palace of and flames
where nobody blamed by the tired,
and down, and beat. In sunken gardens
where was a street.

over water I rambled and paced,
and the blood river raced the sweat down my face.
And the stadium roared. And the embraced.
And the golden shore
the weight of my tastes. And I blazed
in the last hours of the day,
until the hazed and hid us away.

So, baby, be brave.
I see your dad riding the rise,
crashing his whole through the crowd.
Watch run on all sides.

And the white branches,
and the fly
on a eye
I wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves,
and left under a rock out on Beach,
the trees.

I have laughed my best hiss to the breeze.
a hole in my throat.
You can note my wheeze if you need.
And then hold of the rope
and we scream.