Luyện nghe bài hát Rider

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

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

West water I rambled and paced,
and the blood raced like the sweat down my face.
And the roared. And the warriors embraced.
And the shore groaned
beneath the weight of my tastes. And I
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 cavalcade the crowd.
them 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 a rock out on Rockaway Beach,
the trees.

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