Luyện nghe bài hát Sawdust And Diamonds

Sawdust And

the top of the flight
Of the wide, stairs
Through the of my life
Do you for me there?

There's a bell in my
There's a wide roar
Drop a bell the stairs
Hear it forevermore

Hear it forevermore

Drop a off of the dock
it out in the sea
Drowning as a rock;
And sounding

There's a light in the
Hits system of strings
the side while they swing;
See the wires, the wires, the

And the
In our elbows and
us buckle as we couple in endless increase
As the admires

And the white dove
Made with love, made with
with glue, and a glove, and some pliers

Swings a low arc
From its perch in the
Settle
Settle my desire

And the I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremor
no longer bereft, how I shook and I couldn't remember

Then the furthermost drove a murthering stake in
And cleft me down through my center
And I shouldn't say so, but I know it was then, or never

me back into a tree
Bind my with salt
And fill my long ears bees
please, please, please,
Love, you not!
No you not!

Then the system of tugs on the tip of my wings
(cut cardboard and old magazines)
Makes me warble and rise a sparrow
And in the place where I stood, there is a circle of
A cord or two, which you chop and you stack in barrow

It is terribly good to carry water and wood
Streaked soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed;
As I crash the rafters
And the ropes and pulleys after
And the holiest burns sky-high

Then the slow lip of fire moves across the with precision
While, somewhere, your pliers and glue you make your first incision
And in a moment of vision
Doubled over with the hunger of
'Hold me close', the dove
Who was stuffed, now, with and diamonds

I wanted to say: why the long
Sparrow, and play songs of long face
Burro, buck and songs of long face!
Sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold
Just to lift your face

And though it may be madness, I will to the grave
Your precious
And our bones they may break, and our souls separate
- why the long
And though our bodies recoil from the of the soil
- why the long

In the of the waves
Which are pawing dogs
we, pale-faced and grave,
As I in my log

Then I hear a from the hull
days out to sea
And it is the bell!

And it tolls - well, I believe, that it - for me!
It for me!

And though my wrists and my waist so easy to break
Still, my dear, I have walked you to the very edge of the water
And they will recognise all the lines of your
In the face of the daughter of the daughter of my

and darling, we will be fine, but was yours and mine
Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering takes
But if it's all just the same, then will you say my
Say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave

I wasn't born of a or milked from a thistle at twilight
No, I was all and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
So: enough of terror
We deserve to light
And grow lighter and lighter
You would have seen me
But I not undo that desire

Oh-oh, desire
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, desire

the top of the flight
Of the wide, white
the rest of my life
Do you for me there