Luyện nghe bài hát Sawdust And Diamonds

Sawdust And

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

There's a bell in my
There's a white roar
Drop a bell down the
Hear it forevermore

Hear it forevermore

Drop a bell off of the
it out in the sea
Drowning as a rock;
And mutiny

a light in the wings
Hits this system of
From the side while swing;
See the wires, the wires, the

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

And the little dove
Made with love, made love:
Made with glue, and a glove, and some

Swings a low arc
its perch in the dark
Settle
Settle down my

And the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible
Though no longer bereft, how I shook and I remember

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

me back into a tree
Bind my with salt
And my long ears with 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 and rise like a sparrow
And in the place where I stood, there is a of wood
A cord or two, which you chop and you in your barrow

It is terribly good to water and chop wood
Streaked with soot, booted and wild-eyed;
As I through the rafters
And the ropes and trail after
And the belfry burns sky-high

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

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

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

In the of the waves
are pawing like dogs
Pitch we, 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 - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me!
It for me!

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

and darling, we will be fine, but what was and mine
Appears to be a sandcastle that the wave takes
But if it's all the same, then will you say my name:
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 horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, and upright
So: enough of terror
We deserve to light
And evermore lighter and lighter
You have seen me through
But I could not undo that

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

From the top of the
Of the wide, white
Through the rest of my
Do you for me there