Luyện nghe bài hát There She Goes

The wintergreen, the
The and the chicory
All the words you to me
Still in the air
The elm, the ash and the tree
The and deep, enchanted sea
The moon and the stars unfurled
she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my world
she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my world
There she again

John Willmot his poetry
with the pox
Nabakov wrote on cards,
at a lectem, in his
St. John of the Cross did his best
in a box
And was half alive
when he wrote Chinese

Well, me, I'm lying here, with in my ears
Me, I'm lying here, with in my ears
Me, I'm here, for what seems years
I'm just on my bed with nothing in my head

that stuff on down to me
Send stuff on down to me
Send stuff on down to me
that stuff on down to me

There she goes, my beautiful
she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful
she goes again

Karl Marx squeezed his
while writing Das
And Gaugin, he off, man,
and went all
While Philip Larkin it out
in a library in
And Dylan died drunk in
St. Vincent's

I kneel at your feet
I lie at your door
I rock you to sleep
I roll on the floor
And I'll ask for
Nothing in this
I'll ask for
Give me ever-lasting

I just want to move the
I just want to move the
I just want to move the
I just to move

There she goes, my world
There she goes, my beautiful
There she goes, my world
There she goes

So if you got a trumpet, get on feet,
brother, and it
If you've got a field, that yield,
get up and hoe it
I look at you and you at me and
deep in our hearts it
That you much of a muse,
but then I weren't of a poet

I will be slave
I will you grapes
Up on pedestal
With your ivory and
With book of ideas
With your
O on
Send stuff on down to me

that stuff on down to me
Send stuff on down to me
that stuff on down to me
Send stuff on down to me
Send it all the world
Cause here she comes, my girl

she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful
There she goes, my world
There she goes