Luyện nghe bài hát Sawdust And Diamonds

Sawdust And

the top of the flight
Of the wide, stairs
the rest of my life
Do you wait for me

a bell in my ears
There's a wide white
Drop a down the stairs
Hear it fall

it fall forevermore

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

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

And the
In our and knees
Makes us buckle as we couple in increase
As the audience

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then the slow lip of fire across the prairie with precision
While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you your first incision
And in a of almost-unbearable vision
Doubled over the hunger of lions
'Hold me close', cooed the
Who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and

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

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

In the trough of the
Which are like dogs
Pitch we, and grave,
As I in my log

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

And it tolls - well, I believe, it tolls - 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 recognise all the lines of your face
In the face of the daughter of the daughter of my

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

I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a at twilight
No, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and
So: of this terror
We deserve to light
And grow evermore lighter and
You would seen me through
But I could not that desire

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

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