Luyện nghe bài hát Clara

This is not a doll
in blood in the moonlight
Like what in America
is us
Our snagged
in mob in the daylight
Like what happen in
The are still heavy
The long and straight
The upper lip short
The are too small
The eyeside is
The long and black
coming through
Still through
She knows this
She can navigate it in the
She entered the Palazzo at by a side door
To ascend to a in the upper floor
She on the bed
Looking up not yet
The of the zodiac painted in gold
On the vaulted ceiling
His enormous as he arrives
Coming in the surrounding darkness
His beliefs about the moon
Its influence upon men of
The danger of its light on your face
While you were
She'll it with her head
Stroke him while he
Until he has nothing to do among men of
Sometime dawn
Her bare feet the floor
She from the window
At the in the courtyard
I feel like a swallow
A which by some mistake
Has gotten an attic
And knocks its against the walls in terror
This is not a skinned
With a of silver
Like happen in America
The are still heavy
The long and straight
The upper lip short
The teeth are too
The is green
The hair long and
Still through
Still through
The soon changed
In the morning air
A man came up towards the
And poked it with a
It swiftly
And around at the end of the rope
Finer than a hair from every
Finer a hair


This is just a cornhusk
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