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 buried in her pillow
And she at the moon
He speaks to her all the words she's too many times before
And pretty soon she just let's his voice away

And she thinks...

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

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 and waterlogged no longer what 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 takes 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 on a nightgown and brushes her hair
He's already
By the she

and lays herself back down.
She

My god, am I doing hear?

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

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