Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Fat Flies

Soon I woke when I was sleeping a restless reaching feeling but did
not know what I was reaching for. I got up and walking, but soon
found I was stalking that I could utilize for more than just an easy
conversation, or an inspiration. Now the time was right for
something more. As I walked I thought of flies that stuck to sticky
pies that people put the window sill, and how those fine fat flies
would until they satisfied their greed then buzzed about in panic
till they died. Knowing where my feet would take me if I on moving,
made me see myself exactly like those flies. into a situation that
with some consideration never would fulfill its smiling smell. But
was no hesiatation in my step or in my making sure the door was when
it closed. And as I walked the darkness, I could sense a wakened
sharpness penetrating within the room. Then I touched her arm and
throat, and beneath my hand a coat of moisture though the night was
not too warm. The other one was breathng deeply, so I thought he be
sleeping, but then again I really sure. "Hold me tight and be my
master," someone and I fastened fingers of my own around her
wrists which strangely secure behind her as I began to mount and bind
her to myself wit force I could not hold. Then I seemed to hear a
but I was so busy with her I did not notice him until I felt him but
his hands my throat anad squeeze as if the sounds I made should not
into the air causing me to moan too loudly as I jerked on out the
fire that I no longer control. I was first to see the flashing
blinding of liquid lasing out arms, but my convulsions spread to my
young companions who were lost in unabandoned cream that soon
would crack and fade away. Afterwards, when it was quiet and the had
denied, I told them that we should do this again. BUt I said it would
be wrong to these games of weak and strong together without me around
to help them understand the dangers in it, for there were so and they
simply were too to understand.