Luyện nghe bài hát His Pleasure is My Pain

A man stands in the doorway like a small
Angry
She on her bed her head buried in her pillow
And she stares at the
He speaks to her all the words heard too many times before
And pretty soon she just his voice fade away

And she thinks...

was a gradual steel frost
That started cold feet
And with numb hearts

was once satisfying sex but now no longer is

It was once filled with the possibilities of new china or old
But now it's exagerated and waterlogged no longer these
had
Intended and I cry in my sleep

He always I was too sensitive,

But I say

(chorus)

At least I never meant to him cry.
At least I never meant to make him hurt way
Nooo I never meant to him cry
Never to make him hurt that way

Yes it's true, I'm too
But he pleasure in my pain.
Yes true, I'm too senstive
But he takes in my pain.

And the unheard they fly by
She goes to the
She puts on a and brushes her hair
He's already
By the she

Goes and lays herself down.
She

My god, what am I hear?

My have grown tired of his hunger, of his gray eyes,
And I feel if I to stay one more night here I'd die or explode
Or worse yet just away.
There have been days so dark that I felt august
And that I too would turn to fall.
He always said I was too sensitive that if I cared so
The could kill me that way.
I wonder if he's only half or if he's simply always been this
Inarticulate,
I say

And she get's out of bed and looks at her feet as though
the wings for her freedom
She up and goes to the door
a moment in which anything can happen
Instead she out some clothing
Puts it in a bag and leaves him
While she for the door.