Luyện nghe bài hát Sawdust And Diamonds

Sawdust And

From the top of the
Of the wide, stairs
the rest of my life
Do you for me there?

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

Hear it forevermore

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

There's a light in the
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 white dove
Made with love, with love:
Made with glue, and a glove, and pliers

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

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

Then the furthermost shake 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 buttons with
And my long ears with bees
please, please, please,
Love, you not!
No you not!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I hear a noise the hull
Seven out to sea
And it is the bell!

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

And though my and my waist seemed so easy to break
Still, my dear, I would have walked you to the very edge of the
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
to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes
But if it's all just the same, then you say my name:
Say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave

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

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

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