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 things need --
as gas, and half-assedly free,
like I was in nineteen three.

the ruins like 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 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 river raced the sweat down my face.
And the roared. And the warriors embraced.
And the golden 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 your dad over the rise,
his whole cavalcade through the crowd.
Watch run on all sides.

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

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