Luyện nghe bài hát Rider

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

Over the like we're staggering apes.
What we get is what we
in a split open place where a man can get
in a palace of and flames
where gets blamed 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 golden shore
beneath the weight of my tastes. And I
in the orange hours of the day,
until the hazed and hid us away.

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

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