Luyện nghe bài hát Clara

This is not a doll
in blood in the moonlight
Like happen in America
is us
Our eyesides
Dipped in mob in the
Like what in America
The breasts are heavy
The legs and straight
The upper lip short
The are too small
The is green
The hair long and
Still through
Still through
She knows room
She can it in the dark
She the Palazzo at night by a side door
To ascend to a lift in the floor
She on the bed
Looking up not yet
The of the zodiac painted in gold
On the vaulted ceiling
His enormous eyes as he
nearer in the surrounding darkness
His strange beliefs about the
Its upon men of affairs
The danger of its cold on your face
you were sleeping
She'll eclipse it her head
him while he sleeps
Until he has nothing to do men of affairs
Sometime dawn
Her feet cross the floor
She gazes from the
At the fountain in the
I feel like a swallow
A swallow which by mistake
Has into an attic
And knocks its against the walls in terror
This is not a rabbit
With a body of
what happen in America
The breasts are still
The long and straight
The upper lip remains
The are too small
The eyeside is
The long and black
Still coming
coming through
The soon changed
In the clear air
A man came up the body
And it with a stick
It rocked
And twisted at the end of the rope
than a hair from every side
Finer than a


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