Luyện nghe bài hát Poem Song

I like to call you my horse
(and you silver sage ? )
I'd to paint my poems with
Desert tongued clay her back
And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern
green and wild kentucky

I'd like to make you my secret
and dark and red in the orchards
And I would steal to watch the way
Your belly bends and bows beneath me

I'd you my wings in the foothills of montana
My in the oceans of the world
I'd make you... of
And I would scatter you across my green of home
I'd you my hungry valley
And sow golden fields and wheats my own

If I were a
I would paint you with this
Silver on your skin
And if I were a
I would write these words on your
In desert clay, deep in (your wind? )

I'd you my secret song
Blazing in the
And I would away
To watch the way your belly
and bows beneath me

I'd make you my wings in the foothills of
Make you my in the oceans of the world
I'd make you my calico
And I would you across my green memories of home
I'd be hungry valley
And I'd sow your golden of wheat my own

If I a writer
I would make you my horse
I'd paint you silver and
Ride you savagely through green wild

(? ? ? ) swedish

And you are the rose on my
I you eternally in flight
Like the ?

I'll dip you in these like cobwebs
And them....?
For your hair is the
And it across the continents of my skin
These hands worship you so completely

You see woman standing before you
Naked and seared, of intent,
I don't you
I want you

For you are my
You are my of the sun
You are my for all time
You wake in the
For sun(flowers? )
You in the morning
With your

I'll be your hungry
And sow golden fields of wheat...?

And you are the on my alter
I you eternally in flight
Like the ?

You be my calico
I'll scatter you across my memories of home