Luyện nghe bài hát Carried into redemption

i know that lizards like jelly, because i have fed wild geckos on the roof of my hut in the seychelles islands. she was called the morning lizard, and i would drop ponds
from the tips of my fingers for her to drink, and drop of silly flavored jelly on the counter for her to lick.

i know that it is possible to become intimate with a stranger, from a distance, across and continents, because i have knelt before a young master in a very private tea
ceremony. i him move, whisk, wipe, fold, touch, offer, drink, enter, exit,

this one wasn't so good.
i debuted at carnegie hall.
i have been homeless, on the streets.
i witnessed death, and birth, and graduation.
i have been to leave, and invited to stay.
i went to a big new years eve party in new york city, with many famous people, the mayor, baryshnikov, lange,
i was at the opening of the film one best film that year.
i was out of high school
i was given the key to the of baltimore.
a kick. i'd like more of those. i was arrested
i am the highest point of my family tree. i call them to fruition, i sing them themes about the beautiful sky, but they see it. there is a canopy above them, being
woven out of to grow. out of the legacy of pain. i call them but they do not come, they cannot come, no sun hits them.
i swum with turtles in the open sea.
i ancient, rusty nails on the shore.
and written the boat, the sailors, and their homes , from one piece of survival.
i grew up in a hospital, my brother die.
i grew up in a hotel room , my mother bring home left over food.for our dinner.
i have cried my self to sleep by the cold sea, with no coat or blanket or for the phone,
and awakened in the warm sun, in his arms, hearing his and the rustling of his leaves, his great purring
and love by these things,
and so became a fearful calm,
and i have run
to the storm
the completed, weakened by love,
me back to the hunt
my
i have turned my back to the sunrise hotel rooms
and out the name of the setting sun from the desert floor
i've where it was happening
i have it happen
i have down tiny lanes alone, for miles
i have revolutions
i have carved myself into
i my own shadow
i have been by droves of red ants.
by crazy
by people
i have been carried all the way, by someone, now and
but he is always too tired to stay
and i him for loving my weakness
i have in a helicopter, flying over the alaskan glaciers, and i have been in the concord, faster than sound.
as much as i have learned camouflage, i have left my broken body on the plains at
i been in a jet when the oxygen masks
i came out to the car and my was gone from her car seat.
she had me in.
all of it is written and over again.
i have skiied, skiied, raced in the water, i have played baseball and cards.
i learned at 8, when i learned my funny valentine.
i met bob dylan. He me a poet.
i rode with maximilian shell, and leonard cohen in the same elevator.on different