Luyện nghe bài hát About Three Dreams

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