Luyện nghe bài hát Only Skin

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And there was a booming you
night, black airplanes flew over the sea
And they lowing and shifting like
whales
Shelled
As you and you squinted to see
The retreat of their hairless and blind

You froze in sand shoal
Prayed for poor soul
Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a
And when the bread broke, fell in of wet smoke
My heart woke, and my waking heart spoke

And there was a silence you took to mean
Run,
For you will evermore be
And the plague of the greasy black engines
Has east
While left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind

With your hands in pockets, stubbily running
To I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning
Well, what is this craziness? This talking?
You caught some small death when you were

It was a dark dream, darlin', over
The firebreather is beneath the
his breathing there is cold clay, forever
A hound-dog choking on a feather

But I my fishingpole (fearing your fever)
Down to the swimminghole, where there bitter herb
blooms but one day a year by the riverside - i'd bring it here:
Apply it
To the you've lent me

While the river was and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut the hustling breeze
And I watched how the was kneading so neatly
treacly
Nearly to a stop in this heat
- in a frenzy coiling flush along the beneath

on me: we are restless things
Webs of are swaddling
And you call the dusk
Of the musk of a
Shot full of ink, until you sink your crib

Rowing along, among the reeds, among the
I heard your song, before my heart had time to it!
Smell of a stone fruit cut and being opened
Smell of a low and of a lazy smoking

And when the moves away
moves away, son
Why you say
I was the one?

Scrape knee; it is only skin
the sound of violins
And when I cut hair, and leave the birds all of the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all

And the

as far as I can see
Knee-deep, trudging
The weeps; "so long"

I'm a threshing song
Until the is over
on!
on!
Hold your horses from the fickle dawn

I have got business out at the edge of town
Candy weighing both of my pockets
'Til I can hardly stay afloat, the weight of them
(and knowing how the common-folk
it is I do, to you, to keep you warm
Being a woman, a woman)

But up the mountainside you're clambering
blindly, hungry for anything:
Picking through your pocket linings - well, what is
of sassafras, eh sisyphus?

I see the broke and wet after the rain
Little sister, he will be back
I washed a thousand spiders down the drain
Spiders ghosts hang soaked and
Silently from all the cherry trees
In nooses, safe from everyone
- but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done
Be a woman, be a woman!

we felt the spray of the waves
We decided to till the tide rose too far
We weren't afraid, cause we know you are
And you know that we what you are

Awful
O, incalculable and sorrow!
Bawl,
sea-cow, all done up in a bow

Toddle and
an impalpable bit of leather
While yarrow, and hollyhock
molt along the shore

Are you
My
anymore?

Stay me for awhile
That's an real gun
I life will lay you down
As the has lately done

this, failing this,
Follow me, my friend
To see what you in pointing your gun there

Lay it down! and slow!
There is to go, save up
Up where the light, undiluted, is in a drunk dream
At the of my baby, out back:
Back on the patio the bats bring night in
- while, elsewhere, of wax-white
Wend, endlessly, seashores unmapped

Last week our window produced a half-word
Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown
We stood and watched her gape like a
And pant and over every intake

I said a sort of prayer for some sort of grace
Then thought I ought to take her to a higher
"dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you
And though you die, bird, you will have a view"

Then in my hot
She her sick weight
We through the poison oak
and inchoate

The dogs were
And you cuffed collars
I climbed the tree-house
how I hollered!
Well lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two

Then, saw the treetops, her head and up and flew
(while, back in the world moves, often
According to the of these clues
Dogs still run roughly
tufts of finch-down)

And the cities we were a flickering wasteland
But his in my hand made them hale and harmless
While down in the lowlands the are all coming;
We have
Life is thundering towards death
In a of his fumbling green gentleness

You stopped by, I was all
In my doorway, we shucked and
And you wept, I was gone:
See, I got gone when I got
But I with certainty say we survived

Then down, and
And down, and
And down, and
without sound
The blameless
You endless

Through fire below, and fire above, and fire
Sleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you have been

And when the fire away
moves away, son
And why you say
I was the one?

All my they are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, to chew on!
Suck all day on a stone

Dig a little hole, not three inches
Spit pit in a hole in the ground
upon the spot for the starving of me!
Till up grow a fine young tree

Well when the bough breaks, you make for me?
A little willow to rest on your knee
What'll I do with a such as this?
of your woman, who's gone to the west

But I'm starving and freezing in my old bed!
Then i'll crawl across the salt to stroke your sweet head
Come across the with no shoes on!
I love you truly, or I no-one

Fire away, son
Why you say
That I was the last
one

Clear the room! a fire, a fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going to be behind you
And if the love of a or two, dear,
Couldn't move you to heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, by you