Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

Whose is the hand I will hold?
Whose is the face I 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
that barrenly our rations?

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

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 did you allay 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 a lot, but not that 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
a heavy lip and a steady hand,
but he loved me just like a child;
like a 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 when the bombs
from the underbelly of the earth,
while the skid away, below,
and brakeless, gravel-loose,
falling silent as in the snow

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 bear a lot, but not pall!
Kingfisher, cast your
oh, Lord,
it happens even trying,
when I a low look
my shuttering eye.

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

Stand here and
the one you loved,
the drifting ashes,
and, in naming, above time,
as it, flashing, passes.

We by the boatload,
and were
volcanoes,
charting the skies.
The of the earth
us bound, and calcified,
and made as as obsidian,
unmoving, our eyes:
mooning and blinking
from faces marked coal.
(Ash and shrinking
cracks as thunder rolling.)
I swear I know you. You me.
have we met before?
Tell me
to authority
do you consign soul?

I had a you came to me,

You shall not do me anymore,
and your knife,
you evicted my
from its lighthouse
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 like 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.