Luyện nghe bài hát His Pleasure is My Pain

A man stands in the doorway a small child
fists
She lies on her bed her head buried in her
And she at the moon
He speaks to her all the words she's too many times before
And pretty she just let's his voice fade away

And she thinks...

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

This was once satisfying sex but now no is

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

He said I was too sensitive,

But I say

(chorus)

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

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

And the hours they fly by
She to the window
She on a nightgown and brushes her hair
already asleep
By the she

Goes and lays herself down.
She

My god, what am I doing

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

And she get's out of bed and looks at her feet as they
Were the for her freedom
She up and goes to the door
It's a moment in which anything can
she gets out some clothing
Puts it in a bag and leaves him
she heads for the door.