Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Fat Flies

Soon I woke when I was with a restless reaching feeling but did
not know 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 to sticky pecan
pies that people put upon the sill, and how those fine fat flies
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 never would fulfill its smiling smell. But there
was no hesiatation in my or in my making sure the door was quiet when
it closed. And as I into the darkness, I could sense a wakened
sharpness deep within the room. Then I touched her arm and
throat, and found beneath my 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 whispered and I fastened of my own around her
wrists 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 with her that I did not notice him until I him but
his hands around my throat anad squeeze as if the sounds I made not
escape into the air causing me to too loudly as I jerked on out the
fire I no longer could control. I was first to see the flashing
blinding light of liquid lasing out arms, but my convulsions to my
writhing companions who were lost in unabandoned cream that soon
crack and fade 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 me around
to help them understand the in it, for there were so many and they
simply were too to understand.