Luyện nghe bài hát Rider

Baby's ball is all blood red of flayed
and silk soft little
fill a house hung from
and I fly out on my silver, scissoring
(with the sardines)
over cities of things 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 and flames
where nobody gets by the tired,
and broke down, and beat. In sunken
there was a street.

West over water I and paced,
and the blood river raced like the down my face.
And the roared. And the warriors embraced.
And the shore groaned
beneath the of my tastes. And I blazed
in the orange hours of the day,
until the dust and hid us away.

So, baby, be brave.
I see dad riding over 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 hiss to the whistling breeze.
a hole in my throat.
You can note my wheeze if you need.
And then hold of the rope
and we scream.