Luyện nghe bài hát Clara

This is not a cornhusk
Dipped in blood in the
Like what in America
is us
Our eyesides
Dipped in mob in the
Like what happen in
The are still heavy
The long and straight
The upper lip remains
The teeth are too
The is green
The hair long and
coming 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 lift in the upper
She on the bed
up not yet seeing
The signs of the zodiac painted in
On the blue vaulted
His enormous eyes as he
Coming in the surrounding darkness
His strange beliefs about the
Its influence men of affairs
The danger of its light on your face
you were sleeping
She'll eclipse it with her
Stroke him while he
he has nothing to do among men of affairs
Sometime before
Her bare feet the floor
She gazes the window
At the fountain in the
Sometimes I feel like a
A which by some mistake
Has gotten an attic
And its head against the walls in terror
This is not a skinned
a body of silver
Like what in America
The breasts are still
The legs and straight
The upper lip short
The are too small
The eyeside is
The hair long and
Still through
Still coming
The soon changed
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 from every side
than a hair


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