Luyện nghe bài hát Clara

This is not a cornhusk
Dipped in in the moonlight
Like happen in America
is us
Our snagged
in mob in the daylight
Like happen in America
The breasts are heavy
The legs long and
The upper lip short
The teeth are too
The eyeside is
The long and black
Still coming
coming through
She this room
She can it in the dark
She the Palazzo at night by a side door
To ascend to a lift in the upper
She on the bed
up not yet seeing
The signs of the painted in gold
On the vaulted ceiling
His enormous as he arrives
Coming in the surrounding darkness
His strange beliefs the moon
Its influence upon men of
The of its cold light on your face
While you were
She'll eclipse it her head
Stroke him he sleeps
Until he has nothing to do men of affairs
Sometime dawn
Her bare cross the floor
She gazes from the
At the fountain in the
I feel like a swallow
A swallow which by some
Has gotten an attic
And its head against the walls in terror
is not a rabbit skinned
With a of silver
what happen in America
The are still heavy
The legs and straight
The lip remains short
The teeth are too
The eyeside is
The hair long and
Still coming
Still through
The soon changed
In the clear air
A man up towards the body
And poked it with a
It swiftly
And twisted at the end of the rope
than a hair from every side
Finer than a


This is just a cornhusk
Dipped in blood in the
This is a cornhusk doll
This morning in my
A swallow was trapped
It flew desperately
Until it fell on my bed
I it up
So as not to it
I opened the
Then I my hand