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 crazy blue. The is crazy blue. Above, nine
doves water her with sleep. There's a stripping show, and from the ceiling
thumbs snow. The sky is crazy blue. The sky is blue. Croquet-Sunday, and
all the balls I are really sunsets so all around me night flies. The stars are
crazy blue. The are crazy blue. Dreams mean my brain's on break. It takes
my day and starts to say a fable. A no rules game, rearrange reigns. my
and swims circles 'round sense. Cockroaches climb the clocks and the
cuckoos are all Jewish. We're except for the plaided patch you're stitching
into my groin. "Don't stop me," you say, "this is I've been needing to
do for a long time." "All right," I reply. Then I'm kissing you in a blue boat;
it's a plastic yacht, with Chicanos on deck. bail the jellyfish from the boat
and drink it. "It's the only way to keep them from stinging the tourists," one
man says. The air is icy-cold, but we are happy, we are getting married. Now
the desert at dusk. The sky is 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."