Luyện nghe bài hát No Provenance

Allelu,
I died happy,
and lived to the tale to you.
I slept for forty years,
and to find me gone.
I safe and warm in your arms.

Not of the natural law,
squatting, lordly, on a stool, in a stall,
we gold clear out of straw.
And, when our of bullion
stored,
you burned me a barn.
I burned and warm in your arms.

I'm of the Big Return.
There's a certain lost,
and that incurred
nobody remaining,
to who had passed this way,
in the night,
in the of the night
(negating their grace and sight),
till I remember, or mark,
how we had our

We our ride,
so that there was home,
and the lights of
and died.
And, more,
I that you knew it, too;
I think you saw flares,
and kept me unawares,
in arms.

The grass was tall, and strung burrs,
I essayed that high which,
in my mind, was my
you behind, in yours.
Anyhow, she did not neigh.
I do not
what our eyes to hers;
little black mare did not stir,
till I lay down in arms.

Poor old little dog-size horse!--
and wheezing,
as a matter of
and wheezing,
as a of pride.
That poor old nag, not four wide,
had waited a time,
in salt,
buckled like a run foul of the fence.
In the of the night,
sprung up,
no provenance,
bearing the of her eyes.

And you, with
'arrangement' Fate,
nodded sadly at her assault
on steady old gate,
her faultlessly fishbelly-face;
the of a ghost.

And, pretty Appleseed,
via feed,
us, who was it
that you then loved the
Johnny Appleseed,
leave a trail leads
straight back to the farm.
Lay me
safe and in your arms.