Luyện nghe bài hát Rider

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

Over the ruins we're staggering apes.
What we get is we take
in a split place where a man can get kinged
in a palace of and flames
where gets blamed by the tired,
and broke down, and beat. In gardens
there was a street.

West over water I and paced,
and the blood raced like the sweat down my face.
And the stadium roared. And the embraced.
And the shore groaned
the weight of my tastes. And I blazed
in the last orange of the day,
until the hazed and hid us away.

So, baby, be brave.
I see your dad riding 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 some old leaves,
and under a rock out on Rockaway Beach,
the trees.

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