Luyện nghe bài hát There She Goes

The wintergreen, the
The and the chicory
All the you said to me
Still in the air
The elm, the ash and the linden
The dark and deep, sea
The trembling moon and the stars
she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my world
she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my world
she goes again

John Willmot his poetry
riddled the pox
Nabakov on index cards,
at a lectem, in his
St. John of the Cross did his best
in a box
And JohnnyThunders was alive
when he wrote Rocks

Well, me, I'm lying here, nothing in my ears
Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my
Me, I'm lying here, for what seems
I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my

Send stuff on down to me
Send stuff on down to me
Send stuff on down to me
that stuff on down to me

There she goes, my world
There she goes, my world
There she goes, my beautiful
she goes again

Karl squeezed his carbuncles
while writing Das
And Gaugin, he off, man,
and went all
Philip Larkin stuck it out
in a in Hull
And Thomas died drunk in
St. Vincent's

I will kneel at your
I will lie at door
I will you to sleep
I roll on the floor
And ask for nothing
in this life
I'll ask for
Give me ever-lasting

I want to move the world
I just to move the world
I just to move the world
I want to move

There she goes, my beautiful
she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful
There she goes

So if you got a trumpet, get on feet,
brother, and it
If you've got a field, don't yield,
get up and hoe it
I at you and you look at me and
in our hearts know it
That you weren't of a muse,
but I weren't much of a poet

I will be slave
I will peel you
Up on pedestal
With your ivory and
your book of ideas
With alchemy
O on
Send that stuff on to me

that stuff on down to me
Send stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on to me
Send that on down to me
Send it all the world
here she comes, my beautiful girl

There she goes, my beautiful
There she goes, my beautiful
There she goes, my beautiful
There she goes