Luyện nghe bài hát La Rossa

(Hammill)

Lacking and food and vision
I am again, encamped upon your floor,
craving and nourishment,
encouragement and and more.
The streets very crowded,
I put on my bravest
I know you that I am acting,
I can see it in eyes.
In the light of freedom I know
that I deny that I have wasted time,
have it away in idle boasts
of my and fidelity,
simpler words would have profited me
most...
...it isn't enough in the end, I'm looking
for hope.
Though the organ-monkey
as the begin to spit
he'll go through the dance routines
just as as he thinks they'll fit,
as long as he knows that it's dance, smile-
or quit.

Like the I dance to a strange tune
when all of these years I've to lie with you,
bogged myself down in the web of talk,
quack and sophistry-
at I've always baulked,
like the man in the who believes it's
him to walk.
I've been hiding words,
fearing a flame exists,
faintly aware of the
of I have missed.
But the and the smell of you,
La Rossa from to toe...
I don't what I'm telling you,
but I think you ought to
soon the dam wall will break, the water
flow.
Though the groans
as the plays
hoping, at the most,
for an end to his days;
he hops up and down on his perch
in the usual way.
Though it might mean an end to all
something I'm working up to say.

Think of me what you
I that you think you feel my pain-
no if that's just the surface.
If we made love now would that all
that has before?
Of course it would, there's no way it ever
be the same...
one more crossed,
one more explained.
Now I need more than just words,
the options are that lead from all
action.
If we make love now it change all
is yet to be...
never we agree in the same way again.
One world lost,
one heaven gained.

La Rossa, you me, you read me as though
I am
though I know it there's no no way in I can

though it means that finish my story
at last I'd trade all the talk,
the joking, the and the quips,
all the conversations, all the friendship,
all the words and all the
for the of your body,
the more touch of your lips.
All bridges behind me,
all safety reach,
the monkey feels his out blindly,
only to himself released.

Take me, take me now and hold me
your ocean body,
wash me as flotsam to the shore,
there me lying evermore!
me, drown me now and hold me down
before naked hunger,
me at the altar of the night-
me life!