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 streets very crowded,
I put on my bravest
I you know that I am acting,
I can see it in eyes.
In the harsh light of I know
I cannot deny that I have wasted time,
have it away in idle boasts
of my and fidelity,
when words would have profited me
most...
...it isn't in the end, when I'm looking
for hope.
Though the screams
as the pipes begin to
still go through the dance routines
just as as he thinks they'll fit,
just as long as he knows that it's dance,
or quit.

Like the monkey I dance to a strange
all of these years I've longed to lie with you,
I've myself down in the web of talk,
quack philosophy and
at physiciality I've baulked,
like the man in the chair who believes
him to walk.
I've been hiding words,
a deeper flame exists,
faintly aware of the
of opportunities I missed.
But the and the smell of you,
La Rossa from to toe...
I don't know I'm telling you,
but I you ought to know
soon the dam wall break, soon the water
flow.
Though the groans
as the organ-grinder
hoping, at the most,
for an end to his days;
still he up and down on his perch
in the jerky way.
Though it mean an end to all friendship
something I'm working up to say.

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

La Rossa, you know me, you read me as
I am
though I it there's no no way in which 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 warmth of body,
the more touch of your lips.
All bridges burning me,
all beyond reach,
the monkey 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!
me, drown me now and hold me down
before naked hunger,
burn me at the of the night-
me life!