Luyện nghe bài hát The Flat Baritone

Form a and wind and twine
Round the ol' grape
Heavy on the wire the house
Salt the cow and the calf
Meet yer with a once and a half
Gent¹s on the east and ladies on the

The solemn boy his silver damage
but for, the number and the image

His eyes have making wine from the stems
Empty ears longing for the wood and the
Paper yellowed from the and the failure

he sings he slurs
& uses the meat of his
T¹hold the he wrote when he was lame
So wrapped up in his flat
No castrato woo him in from the rain

For he never raised his when his britches
Was spillin¹ over with that truck richness

His eyes saddened making wine from the stems
Empty longing for the wood and the skins
yellowed from the salt and the failure

Well the stylus hit the
As he spit on the
& sought out the in the vinyl
'neath a needle topped nickels
To keep the tunes
Cracklin', croonin' &

Multi-colored, & hidden
In the corners, with the rusty remnants

His eyes have saddened wine from the stems
Empty longing for the wood and the skins
Paper yellowed the salt and the failure