Luyện nghe bài hát Sadie

White
You me home
And bury bone
And this pinecone

this bone
To on it later, gnawing on the telephone
And 'till then, we and suspend
The notion that these lives do end

And all day long we talk about
Lead me to water Lord, I sure am
Down in the ditch where I served you
Up in the where he almost heard you

And all we built
And all that we
And all that we
Or up like weeds
Is up in back
And it burns

And we up in turns
'Till the silence over me

And you
And I do
No resolute
Oh, and I to you

But the go so cold
And you do
What you don't

This is an old
These are old
And this is not my
But it's to use
And the
the fear once grew
Will flock with a
And they bury
come for you

And down where I darn with the mender
You and I, and a so tender
Stretched-on the hoop where I stitch-this
"Bless our and its heart so savage."

And all that I
And all that I
And all I got
Is scattered like
And all that I
Is moving from me

And all that I
Is blowing like

And the worms
In the brine burn
In a salty
Among the fauns and

And the we hold
And the we spurn
Will never grow
Oh, taciturn

And I'll you tomorrow
Oh Sadie, go on now
And those who've sickened below
And bless us who have so

And all I got
And all that I
I tie in a
And I lay at feet
And I not forgot
But a crept over me

So dig up your
Exhume pinecone, Sadie