Luyện nghe bài hát La Rossa

(Hammill)

Lacking sleep and food and
here I am again, encamped your floor,
craving and nourishment,
and sanctity and more.
The streets very crowded,
I put on my bravest
I know you know I am acting,
I can see it in eyes.
In the harsh light of freedom I
that I cannot deny that I have time,
have frittered it away in boasts
of my and fidelity,
when simpler words would have me
most...
...it enough in the end, when I'm looking
for hope.
Though the organ-monkey
as the begin to spit
still he'll go through the dance
as long as he thinks they'll fit,
just as long as he knows that dance, smile-
or quit.

Like the monkey I dance to a strange
when all of years I've longed to lie with you,
I've myself down in the web of talk,
quack and sophistry-
at I've always baulked,
the man in the chair who believes it's
him to walk.
I've hiding behind words,
fearing a flame exists,
aware of the passage
of opportunities I missed.
But the and the smell of you,
La Rossa from to toe...
I don't what I'm telling you,
but I think you ought to
the dam wall will break, soon the water
flow.
Though the groans
as the plays
hoping, at the most,
for an end to his dancing
still he hops up and on his perch
in the jerky way.
Though it might an end to all friendship
something I'm working up to say.

Think of me you will;
I that you think you feel my pain-
no matter if just the surface.
If we made love now that change all
that has gone
Of course it would, no way it could ever
be the same...
one line crossed,
one mystery explained.
Now I need more just words, though
the options are plain that from all
action.
If we make now it will change all
is yet to be...
never could we in the same way again.
One world lost,
one heaven gained.

La Rossa, you me, you read me as though
I am
though I know it there's no no way in I can

though it means you'll finish my story
at last I'd trade all the talk,
the joking, the and the quips,
all the conversations, all the friendship,
all the words and all the
for the warmth of body,
the more touch of your lips.
All burning behind me,
all safety reach,
the monkey feels his out blindly,
only to find released.

Take me, me now and hold me deep
inside your body,
me as some flotsam to the shore,
there me lying evermore!
Drown me, drown me now and hold me
before naked hunger,
me at the altar of the night-
me life!