Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of Myself

The nightingale is locked in the cage
The breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the
Sun bathing on dead frozen leaves

A catnap in the ghost town of my
She of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of whitman's and the
harlequins, gigantic toys

A of me a song in need
Of a courageous
A verse of me a verse in
Of a pure heart singing me to

All that great heart still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying on an angel wing

All that great lying still
In silent
Smiling a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for
Is the same old dead boy's
Sung in

All that great lying still and slowly dying
All that heart lying still on an angel wing

A midnight flight into Covington
a princess and a panther by m
these are I live for
I'd still mt everything to love you more

A of me a song in need
Of a courageous
A verse of me a in need
Of a pure heart singing me to

All that heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart still on an angel wing

All that great heart lying
In suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has to an end
is left for encore
Is the same old dead song
in silence

All that great heart lying still and dying
All that heart lying still on an angel wing

[3. Piano

A symphony
A hollow #1, 2, 3

the sky is piano black
Piano black over waters

Resting pipes, verse of
Rusting keys without a

Sometimes the is piano black
black over cleansing waters

All that heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying on an angelwing

[4.

I see a slow, youngster by a busy street,
a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, but by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a doll in his attic
It's half-light and in tears.
When he finally his eyes are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to me.
All pride has left his wild eyes.
I I had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son, smiles to him the bars.
She's loved him more.

An obese girl an elevator with me.
All up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
sweet perfume deafens me.
She's going to alone.
That makes her more beautiful.
I see a face on a brick wall.
A of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that flesh.

The first I ever heard was a wandering
Man telling his
It was you, the grass under my feet
The campfire in the dead of
The heavenly of sky and sea

It was us
the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of every morn
Bathing in places no-one's seen
Shipwrecked on matte-painted island
Clad in but the surf - beauty's finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are, in the breath of nature
In early air of the of life
A sight to silence the

I want to travel life travels,
Following permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow
Where grass like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no or rapture
I bathe in a world of sensation
Love, goodness and
(while and imprisoned by technology)

The thought of my family's graves was the moment
I used to experience true
love remains infinite,
As I'll be the man my father is

How can you "just be yourself"
When you don't who you are?
Stop saying "I how you feel"
How could anyone how another feels?

Who am I to a priest, beggar,
Whore, politician,
I am, you are, all of already

Dear child, working, go play
Forget rule
no fear in a dream

"Is a village inside this snowflake?"
- a child me
"What's the of our lullaby?"

I've never so close to truth as then
I it's silver lining

Death is the in any war
noble in dying for your religion
For country
For ideology, for
For man, yes

Paper is dead without
Ink without a poem
All the world dead stories
Without love and disarming

Careless realism costs

Ever the lord smile?
All the care for the world beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our
Oh, how your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over ground

I see all those empty and wonder
If man will never

I, too, to be a decent manboy but all i am
Is and mirrors
Still given everything, may i be

And there forever remains the from G to E minor