Luyện nghe bài hát Sawdust And Diamonds

Sawdust And

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

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

Hear it forevermore

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

There's a in the wings
Hits this of strings
From the side while swing;
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 little dove
Made with love, with love:
Made with glue, and a glove, and some

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

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

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

me back into a tree
Bind my with salt
And fill my long 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)
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 stack in your

It is terribly good to carry 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 fire across the prairie with precision
While, somewhere, with your and glue you make your first incision
And in a of almost-unbearable vision
over with the hunger of lions
'Hold me close', cooed the
Who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and

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

And though it may be madness, I take to the grave
Your longface
And though our they may break, and our souls 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
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 so easy to break
Still, my dear, I would have walked you to the very edge of the
And will recognise all the lines of your face
In the face of the daughter of the of my daughter

and darling, we be fine, but what was yours and mine
Appears to be a 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 when 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 have seen 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 wait for me