Luyện nghe bài hát Clara

This is not a cornhusk
Dipped in blood in the
Like what happen in
is us
Our snagged
in mob in the daylight
Like what in America
The breasts are still
The legs long and
The lip remains short
The teeth are too
The is green
The hair and black
Still through
Still through
She knows this
She can it in the dark
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 eyes as he arrives
nearer in the surrounding darkness
His strange about the moon
Its influence men of affairs
The danger of its cold light on your
While you sleeping
eclipse it with her head
Stroke him he sleeps
Until he has nothing to do men of affairs
Sometime dawn
Her feet cross the floor
She gazes the window
At the fountain in the
Sometimes I feel like a
A swallow by some mistake
Has into 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 and straight
The lip remains short
The are too small
The is green
The hair and black
Still through
Still through
The mood soon
In the clear air
A man came up the body
And poked it a stick
It swiftly
And twisted around at the end of the
Finer than a hair from every
Finer than a


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