Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

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

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

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

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

And, for the sake of pit of snakes,
for did you allay your shyness,
and all your 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 a lot, but not that pall.

I can a lot, but not that pall!
Kingfisher, the alarm.
Say, "Sweet darlin, now,
come to my
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 a little child;
like a little child a little lamb.

to the ground,
by down there;
by the bad air,
while the clouds
to read all the signs,
preparing for the bombs hit;
from the underbelly 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 bear a lot, but not pall!
Kingfisher, your fly:
oh, Lord,
it happens without trying,
when I sling a low
my shuttering eye.

Blows upon the one you loved,
and, though you were sparring,
there's on the eye.
the glove.
Say, I am not sorry.

here 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 tides of the
us bound, and calcified,
and made as as obsidian,
unmoving, our eyes:
just mooning and
from marked with coal.
(Ash and shrinking
cracks loud as rolling.)
I I know you. You know me.
have we met before?
Tell me
to whose
do you consign your

I had a you came to me,

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

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

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