Luyện nghe bài hát Clara

This is not a doll
Dipped in blood in the
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 remains
The are too small
The eyeside is
The long and black
Still coming
Still coming
She this room
She can it in the dark
She entered the Palazzo at night by a side
To ascend to a in the upper floor
She on the bed
Looking up not yet
The signs of the painted in gold
On the blue ceiling
His enormous eyes as he
nearer in the surrounding darkness
His strange about the moon
Its upon men of affairs
The danger of its cold light on face
While you were
eclipse it with her head
Stroke him while he
Until he has nothing to do men of affairs
Sometime dawn
Her bare cross the floor
She from the window
At the in the courtyard
I feel like a swallow
A swallow which by mistake
Has gotten an attic
And knocks its against the walls in terror
is not a rabbit skinned
With a of silver
Like happen in America
The breasts are heavy
The long and straight
The upper lip short
The teeth are too
The eyeside is
The hair and black
Still coming
Still through
The mood soon
In the clear air
A man up towards the body
And poked it a stick
It rocked
And twisted at the end of the rope
Finer than a hair from side
Finer a hair


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