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 is crazy blue. The water is crazy blue. Above, nine
doves water her sleep. There's a stripping child show, and from the ceiling
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 stars are crazy blue. Dreams mean my brain's on break. It
my day and to say a fable. A no rules game, rearrange reigns. Takes my
whims and swims circles 'round sense. Cockroaches climb the and the
cuckoos are all Jewish. We're naked except for the plaided you're stitching
into my groin. "Don't stop me," you say, "this is something I've needing to
do for a long time." "All right," I reply. Then I'm you in a long blue boat;
it's a plastic yacht, with Chicanos on deck. They bail the from the boat
and then drink it. "It's the way to keep them from stinging the tourists," one
man says. The air is icy-cold, but we are happy, we are married. Now it's
the desert at dusk. The sky is blue chrome. I pick one sequin from dress and
then it. I put the sequin into the sky. "That's my star," I say. "And I'm your
cowboy."