Luyện nghe bài hát About Three Dreams

Time slows I doze. In a bath of cream and ink a vacant girl smiles, and all
her toys move. The water is blue. The water is crazy blue. Above, nine
doves water her with sleep. There's a stripping child show, and from the
thumbs snow. The sky is blue. The sky is crazy blue. Croquet-Sunday, and
all the balls I sink are really sunsets so all around me flies. The stars are
crazy blue. The are crazy blue. Dreams mean my brain's on break. It takes
my day and to say a fable. A no rules game, rearrange reigns. Takes my
whims and swims circles 'round sense. climb the clocks and the
cuckoos are all Jewish. We're naked except for the plaided patch stitching
into my groin. "Don't stop me," you say, "this is I've been needing to
do for a time." "All right," I reply. Then I'm kissing you in a long blue boat;
it's a plastic yacht, with Chicanos on deck. They the jellyfish from the boat
and then drink it. "It's the only way to keep them from the tourists," one
man says. The air is icy-cold, but we are happy, we are getting married. Now
the at dusk. The sky is blue chrome. I pick one sequin from your dress and
then kiss it. I put the sequin into the sky. "That's my star," I say. "And I'm
cowboy."