Luyện nghe bài hát The Trouble With Poets

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

We can not
they make that part up!
We've stood in their shoes,
in skins,
in heads,
shorts.

The trouble 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 it's makes us real.
But I wish that piece of mind something I could steal!

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

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

I know,
only trouble.
Here I am at the bottom of the
you please Mr.Poet for a few small repairs!

The trouble with
is that time go back.

that trouble's just with
you and me.

I'm so scared 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 know it's trouble.
And don't I that trouble makes us real!

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

Not even know
how we
feel!

The trouble poets is they talk
they
they to much!

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

They to much!