Luyện nghe bài hát His Pleasure is My Pain

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

And she thinks...

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

This was once satisfying sex but now no is

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

He said I was too sensitive,

But I say

(chorus)

At least I never to make him cry.
At least I never meant to make him that way
I never meant to make him cry
Never meant to him hurt 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 unheard they fly by
She to the window
She puts on a nightgown and brushes her
already asleep
By the she

Goes and herself back down.
She

My god, what am I doing

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

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