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 guise-
I know you that I am acting,
I can see it in eyes.
In the harsh of freedom I know
that I cannot deny that I wasted time,
frittered it away in idle boasts
of my and fidelity,
when simpler words have profited me
most...
...it isn't in the end, when I'm looking
for hope.
Though the organ-monkey
as the pipes to spit
still go through the dance routines
just as long as he thinks fit,
as long as he knows that it's dance, smile-
or quit.

Like the monkey I dance to a tune
when all of these years I've to lie with you,
I've bogged myself in the web of talk,
philosophy and sophistry-
at physiciality 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 opportunities I missed.
But the and the smell of you,
La from head to toe...
I know what I'm telling you,
but I think you ought to
soon the dam will break, soon the water
flow.
Though the organ-monkey
as the plays
hoping, at the most,
for an end to his dancing
still he up and down on his perch
in the jerky way.
it might mean an end to all friendship
there's I'm working up to say.

of me what you will;
I know that you you feel my pain-
no matter if that's the surface.
If we made love now that change all
that has gone
Of it would, there's no way it could ever
be the same...
one more crossed,
one more explained.
Now I more than just words, though
the options are that lead from all
action.
If we make love now it will all
is yet to be...
never we agree in the same 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 you'll 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 vivid touch of lips.
All burning behind me,
all safety reach,
the monkey his chains out blindly,
to find himself released.

Take me, take me now and hold me
inside your body,
wash me as some to the shore,
leave me lying evermore!
Drown me, drown me now and hold me
before your hunger,
burn me at the of the night-
me life!