Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

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

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

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

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 whom did you allay shyness,
and all your 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 bear a lot, but not pall!
Kingfisher, the alarm.
Say, "Sweet darlin, now,
come to my
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;
a little child loves a little lamb.

to the ground,
by something down
by the bad air,
while the tick;
trying to all the signs,
preparing for when the hit;
hung the underbelly of the earth,
while the stars 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 seen it
I can a lot, but not that pall.

I can a lot, but not that pall!
Kingfisher, cast your
oh, Lord,
it without even 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, 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 as obstinate as obsidian,
unmoving, our eyes:
just and blinking
from faces marked coal.
(Ash cooling and
loud as thunder rolling.)
I swear I you. You know me.
Where we met before?
Tell me
to authority
do you your soul?

I had a dream you to me,

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

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