Luyện nghe bài hát Carried into redemption

i that lizards like jelly, because i have fed wild geckos on the roof of my hut in the seychelles islands. she was called the morning lizard, and i would drop clear ponds
from the tips of my for her to drink, and drop gobs of silly flavored jelly on the counter for her to lick.

i know that it is possible to become intimate with a stranger, from a distance, across time and continents, because i have knelt before a young master in a very tea
ceremony. i him move, whisk, wipe, fold, touch, offer, drink, enter, exit,

well this one so good.
i debuted at carnegie hall.
i have homeless, panhandled on the streets.
i witnessed death, and birth, and graduation.
i have been to leave, and invited to stay.
i went to a big new years eve party in new york city, with many famous people, the mayor, baryshnikov, lange,
i was at the opening of the film one best film that year.
i was kicked out of high
i was given the key to the of baltimore.
a kick. i'd like more of those. i was arrested
i am the highest point of my family tree. i call them to fruition, i sing them themes about the beautiful sky, but they cannot see it. there is a canopy them, being
out of determination to grow. out of the legacy of pain. i call them but they do not come, they cannot come, no sun hits them.
i have swum with in the open sea.
i found ancient, rusty on the shore.
and written about the boat, the sailors, and their homes , from one of survival.
i grew up in a hospital, watching my die.
i grew up in a hotel , watching my mother bring home left over food.for our dinner.
i have cried my self to sleep by the cold sea, with no coat or or dime for the phone,
and awakened in the warm sun, in his arms, hearing his grunts and the rustling of his leaves, his purring
and measured love by things,
and so love a fearful calm,
and i have run
back to the
the lion completed, by love,
me back to the hunt
my
i have turned my back to the sunrise from rooms
and called out the name of the setting sun the desert floor
i've where it was happening
i made it happen
i have walked tiny lanes alone, for miles
i planned revolutions
i carved myself into moderation
i abandon my own
i have attacked by droves of red ants.
by crazy
by crazy
i have carried all the way, by someone, now and then
but he is always too to stay then
and i hate him for loving my
i have been in a helicopter, flying the alaskan glaciers, and i have been in the concord, faster than sound.
as much as i have learned camouflage, i have left my broken body on the plains at
i in a jet when the oxygen masks dropped
i out to the car and my daughter was gone from her car seat.
she had me in.
all of it is over and over again.
i have skiied, water skiied, raced in the water, i played baseball and cards.
i learned chess at 8, when i learned my valentine.
i met bob dylan. He me a poet.
i rode with shell, and leonard cohen in the same elevator.on different occasio