Luyện nghe bài hát Clara

This is not a cornhusk
Dipped in in the moonlight
what happen in America
is us
Our eyesides
in mob in the daylight
Like happen in America
The are still heavy
The legs and straight
The lip remains short
The are too small
The is green
The hair long and
coming through
Still coming
She knows room
She can navigate it in the
She entered the at night by a side door
To ascend to a in the upper floor
She on the bed
up not yet seeing
The signs of the zodiac in gold
On the blue ceiling
His enormous as he arrives
Coming nearer in the surrounding
His strange beliefs about the
Its influence men of affairs
The danger of its cold on your face
While you sleeping
eclipse it with her head
Stroke him he sleeps
he has nothing to do among men of affairs
Sometime dawn
Her feet cross the floor
She gazes from the
At the fountain in the
Sometimes I feel like a
A swallow which by some
Has gotten an attic
And knocks its head the walls in terror
is not a rabbit skinned
With a body of
Like what in America
The are still heavy
The legs long and
The lip remains short
The are too small
The eyeside is
The long and black
coming through
Still through
The mood changed
In the clear air
A man up towards the body
And poked it with a
It swiftly
And twisted around at the end of the
Finer than a hair from every
Finer a hair


This is a cornhusk doll
Dipped in in the moonlight
This is just a cornhusk
This morning in my
A little 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