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 on the counter for her to lick.

i know that it is possible to become intimate with a stranger, from a distance, 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 have at carnegie hall.
i been homeless, panhandled on the streets.
i witnessed death, and birth, and graduation.
i been told to leave, and invited to stay.
i went to a big new years eve party in new york city, with famous people, the mayor, baryshnikov, jessica lange,
i was at the opening of the film which one best that year.
i was out of high school
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 to fruition, i sing them themes about 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 call them but they do not come, 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 their homes , from one of survival.
i grew up in a hospital, my brother die.
i grew up in a hotel room , watching my mother 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, his grunts and the rustling of his leaves, his great purring
and measured by these things,
and so love became a calm,
and i always run
to the storm
the lion completed, by love,
me back to the hunt
my
i have turned my back to the from hotel rooms
and out the name of the setting sun from the desert floor
i've been where it was
i have it happen
i have down tiny lanes alone, for miles
i planned revolutions
i carved myself into moderation
i my own shadow
i have attacked by droves of red ants.
by horses
by people
i been carried all the way, by someone, now and then
but he is too tired to stay then
and i him for loving my weakness
i have been in a helicopter, flying 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 the oxygen masks dropped
i out to the car and my daughter 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 chess 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 occasio