Luyện nghe bài hát Sawdust And Diamonds

Sawdust And

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

There's a in my ears
There's a white roar
Drop a down the stairs
Hear it fall

Hear it fall

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

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

And the
In our and knees
us buckle as we couple in endless increase
As the audience

And the little white
Made with love, with love:
with glue, and a glove, and some pliers

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

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

Then the furthermost shake drove a stake in
And cleft me down through my center
And I say so, but I know that it was then, or never

Push me back into a
Bind my buttons with
And fill my long ears 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)
Makes me warble and rise like a
And in the place where I stood, is a circle of wood
A cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your

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

Then the slow lip of moves across the prairie with precision
While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your 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 to say: why the long face?
Sparrow, perch and play songs of face
Burro, and bray songs of long face!
Sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold
to lift your long face

And though it may be madness, I will to the grave
Your longface
And though our they may break, and our souls separate
- why the face?
And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the
- 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 from the hull
Seven out to sea
And it is the bell!

And it tolls - well, I believe, 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 of the water
And they recognise all the lines of your face
In the face of the daughter of the daughter of my

and darling, we will be fine, but what was 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 when the wave breaks?

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

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

the top of the flight
Of the wide, stairs
Through the of my life
Do you for me there