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 islands. she was called the morning lizard, and i would drop clear 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, a distance, across time 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 have death, and birth, and graduation.
i been told to leave, and invited to stay.
i went to a big new years eve in new york city, with many famous people, the mayor, baryshnikov, jessica lange,
i was at the opening of the film which one film that year.
i was kicked out of school
i was the key to the city 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 cannot see it. there is a canopy them, being
woven out of determination to grow. out of the legacy of pain. i call them but they do not come, cannot come, no sun hits them.
i have with turtles in the open sea.
i found ancient, rusty on the shore.
and about 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 room , watching my mother bring home left over food.for our dinner.
i have cried my self to by the cold sea, with no coat or blanket or dime for the phone,
and awakened in the warm sun, in his arms, hearing his and the rustling of his leaves, his great purring
and measured by these things,
and so love a fearful calm,
and i have run
back to the
the completed, weakened by love,
send me to the hunt
my
i have my back to the sunrise from hotel rooms
and called out the name of the sun from the desert floor
i've been it was happening
i have it happen
i have walked down tiny alone, for miles
i have revolutions
i carved myself into moderation
i my own shadow
i have been attacked by of red ants.
by crazy
by crazy
i been carried all the way, by someone, now and then
but he is always too tired to stay
and i hate him for loving my
i been in a helicopter, flying over the alaskan glaciers, and i have been in the concord, faster than sound.
as much as i have camouflage, i have left my broken body on the plains at dusk
i been in a jet when the masks dropped
i came out to the car and my was gone from her car seat.
she had me in.
all of it is written over and again.
i have skiied, water skiied, raced in the water, i have baseball and cards.
i learned at 8, when i learned my funny valentine.
i met bob dylan. He me a poet.
i rode with shell, and leonard cohen in the same elevator.on different occasio