Luyện nghe bài hát La Rossa

(Hammill)

Lacking and food and vision
here I am again, encamped your floor,
sanctuary and nourishment,
encouragement and and more.
The seemed very crowded,
I put on my guise-
I you know that I am acting,
I can see it in eyes.
In the harsh light of freedom I
I cannot deny that I have wasted time,
have frittered it away in idle
of my and fidelity,
when simpler 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
still he'll go through the dance
just as long as he they'll fit,
just as long as he knows it's dance, smile-
or quit.

the monkey I dance to a strange tune
when all of years I've longed to lie with you,
I've bogged myself in the web of talk,
philosophy and sophistry-
at physiciality I've 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 head to toe...
I don't what I'm telling you,
but I think you to know
soon the dam wall will break, soon the
flow.
Though the groans
as the organ-grinder
hoping, at the most,
for an end to his dancing
still he hops up and down on his
in the usual way.
Though it mean an end to all friendship
there's something I'm up to say.

of me what you will;
I know you think you feel my pain-
no matter if 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 line crossed,
one mystery explained.
Now I need more than just words,
the options are plain 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 more lost,
one more gained.

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

though it that 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 and all the trips
for the warmth of 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
inside your body,
wash me as flotsam to the shore,
there me lying evermore!
Drown me, me now and hold me down
your naked hunger,
burn me at the of the night-
me life!