Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Fat Flies

Soon I woke I was sleeping with a restless reaching feeling but did
not what I was reaching for. I got up and started walking, but soon
found I was stalking prey that I utilize for more than just an easy
conversation, or an evening's inspiration. Now the time was for
something more. As I walked I of flies that stuck to sticky pecan
pies people put upon the window sill, and how those fine fat flies
would feed until they satisfied their greed then about in panic
they died. Knowing where my feet would take me if I kept on moving,
made me see myself like those flies. Drawn into a situation that
some consideration never would fulfill its smiling smell. But there
was no hesiatation in my step or in my making sure the was quiet when
it closed. And as I into the darkness, I could sense a wakened
sharpness penetrating deep the room. Then I touched her arm and
throat, and found beneath my hand a 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," whispered and I fastened fingers of my own around her
wrists which strangely were secure her as I began to mount and bind
her to myself wit force I could not hold. Then I to hear a snicker
but I was so busy with her that I did not notice him I felt him but
his hands around my throat anad squeeze as if the sounds I should not
escape the air causing me to moan too loudly as I jerked on out the
fire that I no longer could control. I was to see the flashing
blinding light of liquid lasing out arms, but my convulsions to my
writhing young companions who were in unabandoned cream that soon
would crack and fade away. Afterwards, it was quiet and the bonds had
denied, I told them that we should do this again. BUt I said it would
be wrong to play these of weak and strong together without me around
to help them understand the in it, for there were so many and they
simply were too to understand.