Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

Whose is the that I will hold?
Whose is the I will see?
Whose is the name that I call,
when I am called to meet

In life, who did you love,
the drifting ashes,
beneath the banks of air
that barrenly bore our

I could speak, it was too late.
Didn't you hear me
you see my heart leap,
like a pup in the constant

In life, where did you crouch,
the sky had set to boiling?
Burning within, seen without,
and gut was a serpent, coiling.

And, for the sake of pit of snakes,
for whom did you allay shyness,
and spend all mercy,
and madness, and grace,
in a day, beneath the bending

It was not on principal.
Show, Pro-heart, you have got gall.
A
I can bear a lot, but not pall.

I can a lot, but not that pall!
Kingfisher, the alarm.
Say, "Sweet darlin, now,
to my arms;
tell me all about the
you on the farm."

He was a kind, man
with a lip and a steady hand,
but he loved me just like a child;
a little child loves a little lamb.

to the ground,
by something there;
by the bad air,
while the tick;
to read all the signs,
preparing for the bombs hit;
hung the underbelly of the earth,
the stars skid away, below,
and brakeless, gravel-loose,
falling silent as gavels in the

I lay and spit my chaw,
in the long arm of the Law,
who has it all:
I can bear a lot, but not pall.

I can a lot, but not that pall!
Kingfisher, cast fly:
oh, Lord,
it happens even trying,
I sling a low look
from my eye.

Blows rain the one you loved,
and, though you were sparring,
blood on the eye.
the glove.
Say, I am not sorry.

Stand and name
the one you loved,
beneath the ashes,
and, in naming, rise time,
as it, flashing, passes.

We by the boatload,
and were
volcanoes,
charting the skies.
The of the earth
us bound, and calcified,
and as obstinate as obsidian,
unmoving, save our
mooning and blinking
from faces with coal.
(Ash cooling and
loud as thunder rolling.)
I swear I know you. You me.
Where have we met
me true:
to whose
do you consign your

I had a you came to me,

You not do me harm anymore,
and your knife,
you evicted my
from its little
on the seashore.

And I saw my blood
had no bounds,
spreading in a circle like an bomb,
soaking and
in its path,
and welling in my heart a birdbath.

It is too
the day we are born,
we commence our dying.
to serve,
with the of a child;
kingfisher, lie the lion.