Luyện nghe bài hát The Trouble With Poets

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

We can not
maybe make that part up!
never stood in their shoes,
in skins,
in heads,
shorts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The trouble time
is that time go back.

Maybe that trouble's with
you and me.

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

Oh love,
I and I struggle!

I know.
I it's just the deal.
And I know it's trouble.
And don't I know that 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 evening is out against the sky
like a patient
on a table!
talk to much!

They to much!