Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Fat Flies

Soon I woke when I was sleeping with a 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 just an easy
conversation, or an evening's inspiration. Now the 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 then buzzed about in panic
till they died. Knowing where my would take me if I kept on moving,
me see myself exactly like those flies. Drawn into a situation that
with some consideration never would fulfill its smell. But there
was no hesiatation in my step or in my sure the door 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 a coat of moisture though the night was
not too warm. The other one was deeply, so I thought he must be
sleeping, but then I wasn't really sure. "Hold me tight and be my
master," whispered and I fastened fingers of my own around her
wrists which strangely were secure behind her as I began to mount and
her to myself wit force I could not hold. Then I seemed to hear a
but I was so busy her that I did not notice him until I felt him but
his hands around my throat anad squeeze as if the I made should not
escape into the air me to moan too loudly as I jerked on out the
fire that I no could control. I was first to see the flashing
blinding of liquid lasing out arms, but my convulsions spread to my
writhing young companions who were lost in unabandoned cream soon
would and fade away. Afterwards, when it was quiet and the bonds had
been denied, I told them 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 dangers in it, for there were so and they
were too young to understand.