Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

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

In life, who did you love,
the drifting ashes,
beneath the sheeting of air
that bore 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 life, where did you crouch,
when the sky had set to
Burning within, from without,
and gut was a serpent, coiling.

And, for the of that pit of snakes,
for whom did you your shyness,
and all your mercy,
and madness, and grace,
in a day, the bending cypress?

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 me just like a little child;
like a little child loves a 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 as gavels in the snow

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, 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,
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 immobilized:
volcanoes,
charting the skies.
The of the earth
us bound, and calcified,
and as obstinate as obsidian,
unmoving, save our
just mooning and
faces marked with coal.
(Ash cooling and
cracks loud as rolling.)
I I know you. You know me.
Where we met before?
me true:
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
its little lighthouse
on the seashore.

And I saw my blood
had no bounds,
spreading in a circle like an 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.