Luyện nghe bài hát Rider

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

Over the like we're staggering apes.
What we get is we take
in a split open place where a man can get
in a palace of and flames
where nobody gets by the tired,
and broke down, and beat. In gardens
where was a street.

over water I rambled and paced,
and the blood river raced like the sweat my face.
And the stadium roared. And the embraced.
And the shore groaned
beneath the of my tastes. And I blazed
in the last orange of the day,
until the dust and hid us away.

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

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

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