Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

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

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

I could 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,
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 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, that you got gall.
A
I can a lot, but not that 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;
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
hung the underbelly of the earth,
the stars skid away, below,
and brakeless, gravel-loose,
falling silent as in the snow

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

rain upon the one you loved,
and, though you only 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 tides of the
us bound, and calcified,
and made as as obsidian,
unmoving, our eyes:
mooning and blinking
from faces marked coal.
(Ash and shrinking
loud as thunder rolling.)
I I know you. You know me.
have we met before?
Tell me
to authority
do you your soul?

I had a you came to me,

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

And I saw my blood
had no bounds,
spreading in a like an atom bomb,
and felling
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.