Luyện nghe bài hát Clara

This is not a cornhusk
in blood in the moonlight
Like what in America
is us
Our eyesides
in mob in the daylight
Like what in America
The breasts are still
The legs long and
The upper lip remains
The are too small
The is green
The long and black
Still through
Still through
She this room
She can navigate it in the
She entered the Palazzo at night by a door
To ascend to a lift in the floor
She on the bed
up not yet seeing
The of the zodiac painted in gold
On the vaulted ceiling
His enormous eyes as he
Coming nearer in the surrounding
His strange beliefs about the
Its influence men of affairs
The danger of its light on your face
While you sleeping
eclipse it with her head
Stroke him while he
Until he has to do among men of affairs
Sometime dawn
Her feet cross the floor
She from the window
At the fountain in the
I feel like a swallow
A swallow by some mistake
Has gotten an attic
And knocks its head the walls in terror
This is not a rabbit
a body of silver
Like what in America
The are still heavy
The legs long and
The upper lip short
The are too small
The eyeside is
The long and black
Still through
Still coming
The mood changed
In the clear air
A man came up the body
And it with a stick
It swiftly
And twisted at the end of the rope
Finer than a from every side
Finer than a


This is just a doll
Dipped in in the moonlight
This is just a cornhusk
morning in my room
A little was trapped
It flew desperately
Until it exhausted on my bed
I it up
So as not to it
I opened the
I opened my hand