Luyện nghe bài hát La Rossa

(Hammill)

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

Like the monkey I dance to a strange
when all of these I've longed to lie with you,
I've bogged myself in the web of talk,
quack philosophy and
at physiciality always baulked,
the man in the chair who believes it's
him to walk.
I've been behind words,
fearing a flame exists,
aware of the passage
of opportunities I missed.
But the nearness and the of you,
La from head to toe...
I don't know I'm telling you,
but I think you to know
the dam wall will break, soon the water
flow.
Though the groans
as the organ-grinder
hoping, at the most,
for an end to his days;
still he hops up and down on his
in the jerky way.
Though it might mean an end to all
there's I'm working up to say.

Think of me you will;
I know that you think you my pain-
no if that's just the surface.
If we love now would that change all
that has gone
Of course it would, no way it could ever
be the same...
one line crossed,
one mystery explained.
Now I more than just words, though
the are plain that lead from all
action.
If we make love now it will all
is yet to be...
never could we agree in the way again.
One world lost,
one more gained.

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

though it means that you'll 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 vivid touch of lips.
All bridges behind me,
all safety reach,
the feels his chains out blindly,
to find himself released.

Take me, me now and hold me deep
inside your body,
me as some flotsam to the shore,
there me lying evermore!
Drown me, drown me now and me down
your naked hunger,
burn me at the of the night-
me life!