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 for me there?

There's a bell in my
There's a wide roar
Drop a bell 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

a light in the wings
Hits this system of
From the while they swing;
See the wires, the wires, the

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

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

a low sickle 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 shook and I couldn't

Then the furthermost shake 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

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

Then the of strings tugs on the tip of my wings
(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 and you stack in your barrow

It is terribly to carry water and chop wood
Streaked with soot, booted and wild-eyed;
As I crash the rafters
And the ropes and trail after
And the holiest burns sky-high

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

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

And though it may be madness, I will take to the
Your longface
And though our bones they may break, and our souls
- why the face?
And though our bodies recoil 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

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 you to the very edge of the water
And they will all the lines of your face
In the of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter

and darling, we be fine, but what was yours and mine
Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering takes
But if it's all the same, then 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 milked from a thistle at
No, I was all horns and thorns, out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
So: enough of this
We to know light
And evermore lighter and lighter
You would have seen me
But I could not undo that

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

the top of the flight
Of the wide, white
Through the rest of my
Do you for me there