Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Fat Flies

Soon I woke when I was sleeping with a restless reaching but did
not what I was reaching for. I got up and started walking, but soon
found I was stalking prey that I could utilize for than just an easy
conversation, or an evening's inspiration. Now the was right for
something more. As I walked I thought of that stuck to sticky pecan
pies that people put upon the window sill, and how those fine fat
would feed until they satisfied greed then buzzed about in panic
they died. Knowing where my feet would take me if I kept on moving,
made me see myself exactly like flies. Drawn into a situation that
with some consideration never would fulfill its smell. But there
was no in my step or in my making sure the door was quiet when
it closed. And as I walked into the darkness, I could 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 he must be
sleeping, but again I wasn't really sure. "Hold me tight and be my
master," someone whispered and I fingers of my own around her
wrists which strangely were 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 with her that I did not notice him until I felt him but
his hands around my throat anad squeeze as if the sounds I made not
into the air causing me to moan too loudly as I jerked on out the
fire that I no longer could control. I was first to see the
blinding light of lasing out arms, but my convulsions spread to my
writhing young companions who were lost in unabandoned cream soon
would crack and fade away. Afterwards, when it was and the bonds had
been denied, I told them that we do this again. BUt I said it would
be wrong to play these games of weak and together without me around
to help them understand the dangers in it, for there so many and they
were too young to understand.