Luyện nghe bài hát Rider

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

Over the ruins like we're apes.
we get is what we take
in a split open where a man can get kinged
in a palace of panic and
where nobody gets by the tired,
and broke down, and beat. In sunken
where was a street.

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

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

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

I have laughed my best hiss to the breeze.
There's a in my throat.
You can note my last if you need.
And take hold of the rope
and we scream.