Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

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

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

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

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

And, for the of that pit of snakes,
for whom did you your 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 bear a lot, but not pall!
Kingfisher, the alarm.
Say, "Sweet darlin, now,
to my arms;
tell me all the love
you on the farm."

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

to the ground,
by something there;
by the bad air,
while the clouds
trying to all the signs,
preparing for when the bombs
hung from the of the earth,
while the stars away, below,
and brakeless, gravel-loose,
falling silent as in the snow

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

I can a lot, but not that pall!
Kingfisher, cast fly:
oh, Lord,
it without even trying,
when I a low look
from my eye.

Blows upon the one you loved,
and, you were only 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, above time,
as it, flashing, passes.

We by the boatload,
and were
volcanoes,
charting the skies.
The tides of the
us bound, and calcified,
and as obstinate as obsidian,
unmoving, save our
just mooning and
faces marked with coal.
(Ash cooling and
cracks loud as rolling.)
I swear I you. You know me.
Where have we met
Tell me
to authority
do you consign soul?

I had a you came to me,

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

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

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