Luyện nghe bài hát His Pleasure is My Pain

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

And she thinks...

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

This was once sex but now no longer is

It was once filled with the possibilities of new or old stone
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 meant to make him cry.
At least I meant to make him hurt that way
Nooo I never meant to him cry
Never meant to make him that way

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

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

and lays herself back down.
She

My god, am I doing hear?

My have grown tired 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 days so dark that I felt like august
And that I soon too turn to fall.
He always said I was too sensitive that if I cared so
The world could me that way.
I wonder if only half alive or if he's simply always been this
Inarticulate,
I say

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