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 could utilize for more than an easy
conversation, or an evening's inspiration. Now the time was for
something more. As I walked I thought of flies that stuck to pecan
that people put upon 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 exactly like those flies. Drawn into a situation that
with some consideration never would its smiling smell. But there
was no hesiatation in my step or in my making the door was quiet 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 found beneath my hand a coat of moisture the night was
not too warm. The other one was deeply, so I thought he must be
sleeping, but then again I really sure. "Hold me tight and be my
master," someone whispered and I fingers of my own around her
which strangely were secure behind her as I began to mount and bind
her to myself wit force I could not hold. I seemed to hear a snicker
but I was so busy her that I did not notice him until I felt him but
his hands around my anad squeeze as if the sounds I made should not
escape into the air causing me to moan too loudly as I on out the
fire that I no longer could control. I was to see the flashing
blinding light of liquid out arms, but my convulsions spread to my
young companions who were lost in unabandoned cream that soon
would crack and away. Afterwards, when it was quiet and the bonds had
been denied, I them that we should do this again. BUt I said it would
be wrong to play these games of weak and strong together without me
to help them understand the in it, for there were so many and they
simply too young to understand.