Luyện nghe bài hát Sawdust And Diamonds

Sawdust And

From the top of the
Of the wide, white
the rest of my life
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

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

There's a in the wings
Hits system of strings
the side while they swing;
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 little white
Made with love, with love:
Made with glue, and a glove, and 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 couldn't

Then the shake 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 into a
Bind my buttons salt
And fill my long ears 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 and rise like a sparrow
And in the place where I stood, is a circle of wood
A or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow

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

Then the lip of fire moves across the prairie with 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, with and diamonds

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

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

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

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

And though my wrists and my waist seemed so to break
Still, my dear, I would have walked you to the edge of the water
And they will recognise all the lines of your
In the face of the of the daughter of my daughter

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

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

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

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