Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

Whose is the hand that I will
is the face I will see?
Whose is the name that I call,
when I am called to thee?

In life, who did you love,
beneath the ashes,
beneath the sheeting of air
that barrenly bore our

When I speak, it was too late.
Didn't you me calling?
you see my heart leap,
like a pup in the barley?

In life, where did you crouch,
when the sky had set to
Burning within, seen without,
and gut was a serpent, coiling.

And, for the sake of pit of snakes,
for did you allay your shyness,
and spend all mercy,
and madness, and grace,
in a day, beneath the bending

It was not on principal.
Show, Pro-heart, that you got gall.
A
I can a lot, but not that pall.

I can a lot, but not that pall!
Kingfisher, the alarm.
Say, "Sweet darlin, now,
come to my
tell me all about the
you on the farm."

He was a kind, man
with a lip and a steady hand,
but he loved me just like a little
like a child loves a little lamb.

to the ground,
by something there;
by the bad air,
while the tick;
to read all the signs,
preparing for the bombs hit;
hung from the of the earth,
while the stars away, below,
and brakeless, gravel-loose,
falling silent as in the snow

I lay and spit my chaw,
in the long arm of the Law,
who has it all:
I can bear a lot, but not pall.

I can bear a lot, but not pall!
Kingfisher, your fly:
oh, Lord,
it without even trying,
when I sling a low
my shuttering eye.

Blows rain the one you loved,
and, you were only sparring,
blood on the eye.
the glove.
Say, I am not sorry.

Stand and name
the one you loved,
the drifting ashes,
and, in naming, rise time,
as it, flashing, passes.

We by the boatload,
and were
volcanoes,
charting the skies.
The tides of the
us bound, and calcified,
and as obstinate as obsidian,
unmoving, save our
mooning and blinking
from marked with coal.
(Ash cooling and
cracks as thunder rolling.)
I I know you. You know me.
Where have we met
me true:
to authority
do you consign your

I had a you came to me,

You shall not do me anymore,
and with knife,
you evicted my
its little lighthouse
on the seashore.

And I saw that my
had no bounds,
spreading in a circle an atom bomb,
and felling
in its path,
and welling in my like a birdbath.

It is too
the day we are born,
we with our dying.
to serve,
with the of a child;
kingfisher, lie the lion.