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 for me there?

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

Hear it fall

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

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

And the
In our and knees
Makes us buckle as we in endless increase
As the admires

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

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

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

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

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

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

It is terribly good to carry and chop wood
Streaked with soot, booted and wild-eyed;
As I crash through the
And the ropes and pulleys trail
And the holiest belfry sky-high

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

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

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

In the trough of the
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 to break
Still, my dear, I would have you to the very edge of the water
And they will recognise all the 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
Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave
But if it's all the same, then will you say my name:
Say my name in the morning, so I know when the breaks?

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

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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 for me there