Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Fat Flies

Soon I woke when I was sleeping with a restless feeling but did
not know what I was reaching for. I got up and started walking, but
found I was prey that I could utilize for more than just an easy
conversation, or an inspiration. Now the time was right for
more. As I walked I thought of flies that stuck to sticky pecan
pies that people put the window sill, and how those fine fat flies
would feed until they satisfied their greed then buzzed about in
till they died. Knowing where my feet take me if I kept on moving,
made me see myself exactly like those flies. into a situation that
with some consideration never would 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 walked into the darkness, I sense a wakened
sharpness penetrating deep within the room. 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 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 secure behind her as I began to and bind
her to myself wit force I not hold. Then 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 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 could control. I was first to see the
blinding light of liquid lasing out arms, but my spread to my
writhing young companions who were lost in cream that soon
would and fade away. Afterwards, when it was quiet and the bonds had
been denied, I told them that we should do this again. BUt I said it
be wrong to play these games of weak and together without me around
to help them understand the dangers in it, for there were so and they
were too young to understand.