Luyện nghe bài hát Poets

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

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

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

Don't tell me the poets are doing
Those of the mind
Don't tell me the poet's been doing
In the grasses over time

Don't tell me the poets are doing
On the street and the of vague
Don't me how the universe is altered
When you find out how he paid, all right

If there's nothing more you need now
The lawn cut by bare women
bleached towels within reach for the women
Got to it, that'll make it by swimming