Luyện nghe bài hát His Pleasure is My Pain

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

And she thinks...

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

This was satisfying sex but now no longer is

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

He said I was too sensitive,

But I say

(chorus)

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

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

And the unheard hours fly by
She to the window
She puts on a and brushes her hair
already asleep
By the she

Goes and lays herself down.
She

My god, what am I hear?

My bones have grown of his hunger, of his gray eyes,
And I feel if I were to one more night here I'd die or explode
Or worse yet just 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 kill me that 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 goes to the
It's a moment in which can happen
Instead she out some clothing
Puts it in a bag and him sleeping
While she for the door.