Luyện nghe bài hát La Rossa

(Hammill)

Lacking sleep and and vision
here I am again, encamped upon floor,
sanctuary and nourishment,
encouragement and and more.
The seemed very crowded,
I put on my bravest
I know you know I am acting,
I can see it in eyes.
In the harsh light of I know
that I deny that I have wasted time,
have it away in idle boasts
of my and fidelity,
when words would have profited me
most...
...it enough in the end, when I'm looking
for hope.
the organ-monkey screams
as the begin to spit
he'll go through the dance routines
just as long as he thinks 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 years I've to lie with you,
I've myself down in the web of talk,
philosophy and sophistry-
at I've always baulked,
like the man in the chair who it's
him to walk.
I've been behind words,
a deeper flame exists,
faintly aware of the
of I have missed.
But the nearness and the of you,
La Rossa from to toe...
I know what I'm telling you,
but I you ought to know
soon the dam wall will break, soon the
flow.
Though the organ-monkey
as the organ-grinder
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 an end to all friendship
something I'm working up to say.

Think of me what you
I know you think you feel my pain-
no if that's just the surface.
If we made love now would change all
has gone before?
Of it would, there's no way it could ever
be the same...
one more crossed,
one mystery explained.
Now I need than just words, though
the options are plain lead from all
action.
If we make now it will 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 it there's no no way in which I can

though it means you'll finish my story
at I'd trade all the clever talk,
the joking, the and the quips,
all the conversations, all the friendship,
all the and all the trips
for the of your body,
the more vivid of your lips.
All bridges behind me,
all beyond reach,
the monkey his chains out blindly,
only to find released.

Take me, take me now and hold me
your ocean body,
wash me as flotsam to the shore,
leave me lying evermore!
Drown me, drown me now and hold me
your naked hunger,
burn me at the altar of the
me life!