Luyện nghe bài hát His Perfection

Paul kicks up trash on a street.
A few pages away in the wind.
They cause a deep breath and a sigh
he compares them to his Rosalind.

Early on Roz was a to behold,
and she made him feel like a man,
But Paul thinks time's been cruel to her
the way the ocean wears at the sand.

His perfection is a light.
It stains his eye.
And the after-image in his head at
is but a lie.

He his world to be a perfect one,
says she no fills his needs.
so he crams her into clothes,
and her steel bread dough to knead.

His perfection is a light.
It stains his eye.
And the in his bed at night
is but a lie.