Luyện nghe bài hát Poets

Spring starts a heartbeat's pounding
When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some accounting
flowing in Superfarmer's direction
He's been getting reprieve from the in the frozen food section

tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're talking
Don't tell me they're anti-social
not anti-social enough, all right

And speaks to it's splintered legions
To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter
While at the archetypal father
He said with such broad and tentative swipes why do you even

Don't tell me the poets are doing
Himalayas of the mind
Don't tell me what the poet's doing
In the long over time

Don't tell me what the are doing
On the and the epitome of vague
Don't tell me how the is altered
you find out how he gets paid, all right

If there's more that you need now
The lawn cut by bare breasted
Beach bleached towels within for the women
Got to make it, make it by swimming