Luyện nghe bài hát His Pleasure is My Pain

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

And she thinks...

This was a gradual steel
That with cold feet
And ended with numb

was once satisfying sex but now no longer is

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

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 meant to make him cry
Never meant to make him that way

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

And the unheard hours 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, 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 here I'd die or
Or worse yet just away.
There been days so dark that I felt like august
And that I soon too would to fall.
He always said I was too sensitive that if I so much
The world could kill me way.
I wonder if only half alive or if he's simply always been this
Inarticulate,
I say

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