Luyện nghe bài hát The Trouble With Poets

The trouble with is they talk to much.
They us how it hurts them,
and it them just a little more.

We can not
maybe they make that up!
We've never in their shoes,
in skins,
in heads,
shorts.

The with you,
is you me nuts!
I can not tell what's that behind smile.

give us somethin' just to lift us up!
for tonight,
for a time,
for the of us all
for a while!

I know only trouble.
I know it's us real.
But I that piece of mind were something I could steal!

The trouble with shoes is come untied.
You might a fall down the stairs.
And a might come along,
and say,
"Well that's just life."

I think the trouble poets is they'll see poetry everywhere!

I know,
It's trouble.
Here I am at the bottom of the
Beggin' you Mr.Poet for a few small repairs!

The trouble time
is that time go back.

Maybe trouble's just with
you and me.

I'm so that this
law will to black,
I push,
and I pull,
And I do to be free!

Oh love,
I and I struggle!

I know.
I know it's the deal.
And I it's only trouble.
And don't I that trouble makes us real!

And I know,
sometimes,
sometimes,
knows!
knows!

Not even poets
how we
feel!

The trouble poets is they talk
talk
they to much!

Let us go then,
you and I,
as the is spread out against the sky
like a patient
on a table!
They to much!

They to much!