Luyện nghe bài hát La Rossa

(Hammill)

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

the monkey I dance to a strange tune
when all of years I've longed to lie with you,
I've bogged myself in the web of talk,
philosophy and sophistry-
at physiciality I've baulked,
like the man in the chair who believes
him to walk.
I've been hiding words,
a deeper flame exists,
faintly aware of the
of I have missed.
But the and the smell of you,
La from head to toe...
I don't know I'm telling you,
but I think you to know
soon the dam wall will break, soon the
flow.
Though the groans
as the plays
hoping, at the most,
for an end to his dancing
still he hops up and down on his
in the usual way.
Though it might an end to all friendship
there's I'm working up to say.

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

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

though it means you'll finish my story
at last I'd all the clever talk,
the joking, the and the quips,
all the conversations, all the friendship,
all the and all the trips
for the of your body,
the more vivid of your lips.
All burning behind me,
all safety reach,
the monkey his chains out blindly,
only to himself released.

me, take 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 me down
before naked hunger,
me at the altar of the night-
me life!