Luyện nghe bài hát Rider

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

Over the ruins we're staggering apes.
we get is what we take
in a split open place where a man can get
in a palace of and flames
where nobody blamed by the tired,
and broke down, and beat. In gardens
where was a street.

West over I rambled and paced,
and the river raced like the sweat down my face.
And the stadium roared. And the 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 dad riding over the rise,
crashing his whole cavalcade the crowd.
Watch 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 left a rock out on Rockaway Beach,
the trees.

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