Luyện nghe bài hát Clara

This is not a cornhusk
Dipped in blood in the
Like what in America
is us
Our snagged
Dipped in mob in the
Like what happen in
The breasts are still
The legs long and
The upper lip remains
The teeth are too
The is green
The hair and black
Still coming
Still through
She knows 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 signs of the zodiac painted in
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 of its cold light on your face
While you sleeping
She'll eclipse it her head
him while he sleeps
Until he has nothing to do men of affairs
before dawn
Her feet cross the floor
She gazes the window
At the in the courtyard
Sometimes I feel a swallow
A which by some 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 are still heavy
The legs long and
The lip remains short
The teeth are too
The is green
The hair long and
Still coming
Still through
The mood changed
In the clear air
A man came up towards the
And poked it a stick
It rocked
And around at the end of the rope
Finer than a hair every side
Finer a hair


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