Luyện nghe bài hát His Pleasure is My Pain

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

And she thinks...

This was a steel frost
That started with cold
And ended with hearts

This was once satisfying sex but now no is

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

He always I was too sensitive,

But I say

(chorus)

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

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

And the unheard hours fly by
She goes to the
She on a nightgown and brushes her hair
He's already
By the she

and lays herself back down.
She

My god, what am I hear?

My bones grown tired of his hunger, of his gray eyes,
And I feel if I were to one more night here I'd die or explode
Or yet just fade away.
There have days 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 cared so
The world could me that way.
I wonder if he's only 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 though
Were the wings for her
She up and goes to the door
a moment in which anything can happen
Instead she out some clothing
it in a bag and leaves him sleeping
While she for the door.