Luyện nghe bài hát You And Me, Bess

We our way
to the beach,
watching the
out of our reach:
tangling tails, like a sodden
entrails
the gut of the sea.

Hoarding our (alfalfa and rolls);
not to catch
the cold eyes of the
I hope Mother has not
overheard!
(Though, she out hurt
a puking bird.)

We for the winter.
No-one us
the laws of the land.
I my own.
But you, with hunger--
you, on the other
yourself known.

And when we found,
I know we grieved.
My made the sound of
snow falling eaves.
You and me, Bess,
we as thick as thieves.
So I swore, nonetheless, up and down,
it was me.
They me away,
and, after time
my case,
must have made up minds.
By the time you I was dying,
it have been too late.
I you were not lying.

It is the day.
I wake,
with my ears up like a gun
(like day, of course),
yanked by my
to the courtyard--
now tell me, what I done?
It seems I have a horse.
I to the gallows.

Who do you think you
arching your hooves a crane,
in the gutter
that the boulevards,
crowded folks
who just stare as I
all the same.
Kindness comes me;
was your name?
It no difference.
I'm glad you came.
Forever, I'll listen to your neighing.