Luyện nghe bài hát His Pleasure is My Pain

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

And she thinks...

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

was once satisfying sex but now no longer is

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

He said I was too sensitive,

But I say

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At least I meant to make him cry.
At I never meant to make him hurt that way
I never meant to make him cry
Never to make him hurt 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 to the window
She puts on a and brushes her hair
He's asleep
By the she

Goes and lays back down.
She

My god, what am I doing

My bones 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 worse yet just away.
There have been so dark that I felt like august
And I soon too would turn to fall.
He always said I was too sensitive that if I so much
The world could me that way.
I wonder if he's only half alive or if he's simply been this
Inarticulate,
I say

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