Luyện nghe bài hát Clara

This is not a cornhusk
in blood in the moonlight
Like what in America
is us
Our eyesides
Dipped in mob in the
what happen in America
The breasts are still
The long and straight
The upper lip short
The are too small
The is green
The hair and black
coming through
Still through
She this room
She can navigate it in the
She entered the Palazzo at night by a door
To to a lift in the upper floor
She on the bed
up not yet seeing
The of the zodiac painted in gold
On the vaulted ceiling
His eyes as he arrives
Coming nearer in the surrounding
His beliefs about the moon
Its upon men of affairs
The danger of its cold light on your
While you sleeping
She'll eclipse it with her
Stroke him he sleeps
Until he has nothing to do men of affairs
Sometime before
Her bare feet cross the
She gazes the window
At the fountain in the
Sometimes I feel like a
A which by some mistake
Has gotten an attic
And knocks its head the walls in terror
This is not a rabbit
With a of silver
what happen in America
The breasts are still
The legs long and
The upper lip short
The are too small
The eyeside is
The hair and black
coming through
Still through
The mood changed
In the clear air
A man came up the body
And it with a stick
It rocked
And twisted around at the end of the
Finer than a hair from every
Finer than a


This is a cornhusk doll
in blood in the moonlight
This is a cornhusk doll
This in my room
A little swallow was
It around desperately
it fell exhausted on my bed
I it up
So as not to it
I the window
I opened my hand