Luyện nghe bài hát Tryst

today I feel great, I've found it
we get drunk on at the Peach Pit
and tomorrow we crush the pigeons on the
your smiles away my melancholy face

every morning I say:
"I love you till my dies"
and "most
are eyes"

I feel so great in all I do
a time supreme, I read in the yew
we lie in the grass the clouds
we indulge in misanthropy, laugh the doubts

every I will say...

but hoping is
and in vain
to you all the
PS: "all the are dead now"