Luyện nghe bài hát Rider

Baby's is all blood red of flayed pigs
and silk little things
a house 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 ninety three.

Over the ruins like staggering apes.
What we get is what we
in a split place where a man can get kinged
in a palace of and flames
nobody gets blamed by the tired,
and down, and beat. In sunken gardens
where was a street.

over water I rambled and paced,
and the blood river raced 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,
the dust hazed and hid us away.

So, baby, be brave.
I see dad riding 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 wrapped up for you in some 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 wheeze if you need.
And then take hold of the
and we scream.