Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

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

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

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

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

And, for the of that pit of snakes,
for whom did you allay 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 bear a lot, but not pall.

I can a lot, but not that pall!
Kingfisher, the alarm.
Say, "Sweet darlin, now,
come to my
me all about 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 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;
hung from the of the earth,
the stars skid away, below,
and brakeless, gravel-loose,
falling as gavels 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, 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 only sparring,
there's on the eye.
the glove.
Say, I am not sorry.

Stand and name
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:
just mooning and
from faces with coal.
(Ash and shrinking
cracks loud as rolling.)
I swear I know you. You me.
Where have we met
Tell me
to whose
do you consign soul?

I had a dream you to me,

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

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