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 and deep, enchanted sea
The moon and the stars unfurled
There she goes, my beautiful

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

John Willmot his poetry
with the pox
Nabakov wrote on cards,
at a lectem, in his
St. John of the Cross did his best
in a box
And JohnnyThunders was half
he wrote Chinese Rocks

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

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

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

Karl Marx his carbuncles
while writing Das
And Gaugin, he off, man,
and all tropical
While Philip stuck it out
in a in Hull
And Thomas died drunk in
St. hospital

I will kneel at feet
I will lie at your
I will rock you to
I will roll on the
And ask for nothing
Nothing in life
ask for nothing
Give me life

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

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

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

I be your slave
I peel you grapes
Up on pedestal
With your and apes
With your of ideas
With your
O on
Send that on down to me

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

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