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 trembling and the stars unfurled
There she goes, my beautiful

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

Willmot penned his poetry
riddled the pox
Nabakov on index cards,
at a lectem, in his
St. of the Cross did his best stuff
in a box
And JohnnyThunders was alive
when he wrote Chinese

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

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

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

Karl Marx squeezed his
writing Das Kapital
And Gaugin, he off, man,
and went all
While Philip Larkin it out
in a in Hull
And Thomas died drunk in
St. hospital

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

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

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

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

I be your slave
I peel you grapes
Up on pedestal
With your ivory and
With your of ideas
your alchemy
O on
that stuff on down to me

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

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