Luyện nghe bài hát Funambulist

None speak of the in history:
Notre Dame by a pote maudit.
Beyond Frances and butchery
rose my twin-eyed Babel staring
the gods.
Stir hearts;
Men
as art.

birth.
Pile driver
pierce the
and the clouds.
(Walk on its veins).

and glass.
The propane
wrap mass
in shrouds.
(Forest of cranes).

New York, I this child.

Flight the ocean,
Mind as to stone
on a tower.
of foot in motion,
twined a throne.
I count and the hours.

jacta est.

Wire.
A attire.
The years we
finally bear
August
mo(u)rn
a forlorn,
its emperor
of august
by
blades.

As I he fades.

five pound weight.
up the freight
to south
one
fo(u)r
the snore,
my on the floor,
sold to the
for
deeds.

To the I lead.

draws the string.
Ropes and
...cling stowaway to the flight;
at missiles point, and south unite.
Cordina, clamp, cavaletti,
At backbreaking dawn, the pull taut.

still sways.
Winds rage.
ablaze,
I
war
on fate.
devoid,
inflate,
tempt the

The step.

Le nant.
Vos chants, vos cris, je les entends.
A chaque pas, les sadoucissent.
Je danse. Elgance.
Je me permets un
Si je meurs, belle mort!
les dieux mes pieds.

I wave, I sit, I rest, I dream.

Speak to
of calm.
Psalms of
no auspice
wreaked by howls.

Uproar the lowland:
the rattle of chains.
The of the northland
me to the plains
a man.

The step.

Nona, spin thread.
it to the Sun,
so I may walk.
Morta, rouse dead.
Tell of the Sun,
for with me walk.