Luyện nghe bài hát His Pleasure is My Pain

A man in the doorway like a small child
Angry
She lies on her bed her head in her pillow
And she at the moon
He speaks to her all the words heard too many times before
And soon she just let's his voice fade away

And she thinks...

was a gradual steel frost
That started with 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 what these
had
Intended and still I cry in my

He always I was too sensitive,

But I say

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

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

And the unheard hours 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 bones have grown tired of his hunger, of his eyes,
And I feel if I were to stay one more night I'd die or explode
Or yet just fade away.
There have been days so dark that I felt like
And that I too would turn to fall.
He always said I was too sensitive if I cared so much
The world could kill me way.
I wonder if he's half alive or if he's simply always been this
Inarticulate,
I say

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