Luyện nghe bài hát Sawdust And Diamonds

Sawdust And

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

a bell in my ears
There's a wide roar
a bell down the stairs
Hear it fall

it fall forevermore

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

There's a light in the
Hits system of strings
the side while they swing;
See the wires, the wires, the

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

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

Swings a low arc
its perch in the dark
Settle
down my desire

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

the furthermost shake drove a murthering stake in
And me right down through my center
And I shouldn't say so, but I that it was then, or never

Push me back into a
Bind my with salt
And fill my long with bees
please, please, please,
Love, you not!
No you not!

Then the system of strings on the tip of my wings
(cut from and old magazines)
Makes me warble and rise like a
And in the where I stood, there is a circle of wood
A cord or two, which you chop and you in your barrow

It is good to carry water and chop wood
Streaked with soot, heavy booted and
As I crash the rafters
And the and pulleys trail after
And the holiest belfry burns

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

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

And it may be madness, I will take to the grave
precious longface
And though our bones they may break, and our souls
- why the long
And our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil
- why the long

In the of the waves
are pawing like dogs
Pitch we, 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 wrists and my seemed so easy to break
Still, my dear, I have walked you to the very edge of the water
And they will all the lines of your face
In the face of the of the daughter of my daughter

and darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and
Appears to be a sandcastle the gibbering wave 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 breaks?

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

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

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