Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

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

In life, who did you love,
beneath the ashes,
beneath the sheeting of air
that barrenly our rations?

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

In life, where did you crouch,
when the sky had set to
Burning within, from 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, the bending cypress?

It was not on principal.
Show, Pro-heart, that you 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 a little child;
like a little loves a little lamb.

to the ground,
by something down
by the bad air,
while the tick;
to read all the signs,
preparing for when the bombs
hung from the 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, your fly:
oh, Lord,
it happens without trying,
I sling a low look
from my eye.

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

Stand here and
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 marked coal.
(Ash cooling and
loud as thunder rolling.)
I I know you. You know me.
Where have we met
me true:
to whose
do you consign soul?

I had a dream you to me,

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

And I saw that my
had no bounds,
spreading in a circle an atom bomb,
soaking and
in its path,
and in my heart 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.