Luyện nghe bài hát Sawdust And Diamonds

Sawdust And

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

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

Hear it fall

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

a light in the wings
Hits system of strings
From the side while they
See the wires, the wires, the

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

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

Swings a low arc
From its in the dark
Settle
down my desire

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

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

Push me 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 strings tugs on the tip of my
(cut from and old magazines)
me warble 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 carry water and wood
Streaked soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed;
As I crash the rafters
And the ropes and trail after
And the belfry burns sky-high

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

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

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

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

Then I hear a noise from the
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 seemed so easy to break
Still, my dear, I would walked you to the very edge of the water
And they will all the lines of your face
In the face of the of the daughter of my daughter

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

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

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

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