Luyện nghe bài hát Fever

In an field at dusk
To footfalls, I
Marching ants across my temple
feet had no intention
They followed some draw
Prisoners of their

From the slats of the come
(where they did make rails)
Old peculiar songs
He didn't know I was
So he out nice and long
To the spiders and the lumber and the of his conquests
and his and his loss
I heard his rejoice
I him tap his cane
As if he had his own
On at the athenaeum

I his words in my open mouth
I gagged and choked and them out
I heard him turn as he did
My heartbeat in his ear
I was already
Oh, I heard him

Shrapnel from his wheels
The arms rake for my heels
I know then roll and hit my
And I said these words

My dove is
Her breast is
My is home

And I said magic words

I down, down the anthill for days

My dove is
Her is warm
My is home