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 gobs of silly flavored jelly on the for her to lick.

i know that it is possible to intimate with a stranger, from 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 been homeless, panhandled on the streets.
i have death, and birth, and graduation.
i have been told to leave, and to stay.
i went to a big new years eve party in new city, with many famous people, the mayor, baryshnikov, jessica lange,
i was at the opening of the film which one best that year.
i was kicked out of high
i was given the key to the of baltimore.
what a kick. i'd like more of those. i was
i am the highest point of my family tree. i call them to fruition, i sing them themes the beautiful sky, but they cannot see it. there is a canopy above them, being
woven out of determination to grow. out of the legacy of pain. i them but they do not come, they cannot come, no sun hits them.
i swum with turtles in the open sea.
i found ancient, rusty on the shore.
and written about the boat, the sailors, and homes , from one piece of survival.
i grew up in a hospital, watching my die.
i grew up in a hotel room , watching my mother bring home 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 sun, in his arms, hearing his grunts and the rustling of his leaves, his great purring
and measured love by things,
and so love a fearful calm,
and i always run
back to the
the lion completed, by love,
me back to the hunt
my
i have my back to the sunrise from hotel rooms
and called out the name of the setting sun from the desert
i've been it was happening
i have made it
i have walked down tiny alone, for miles
i planned revolutions
i carved myself into moderation
i my own shadow
i have attacked by droves of red ants.
by crazy
by crazy
i have been carried all the way, by someone, now and
but he is too tired to stay then
and i hate him for loving my
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 body on the plains at dusk
i been in a jet when the oxygen dropped
i out to the car and my daughter was gone from her car seat.
she had me in.
all of it is written over and again.
i have skiied, skiied, raced in the water, i have played baseball and cards.
i chess 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