Luyện nghe bài hát His Pleasure is My Pain

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

And she thinks...

This was a gradual steel
That with cold feet
And ended numb 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 exagerated and waterlogged no longer these
had
Intended and still I cry in my

He said I was too sensitive,

But I say

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At least I never to make 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 it's true, I'm too
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 to the window
She on a nightgown and brushes her hair
He's already
By the she

Goes and lays 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 yet just fade away.
There have been days so dark I felt like august
And that I 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 at her feet as though they
Were the for her freedom
She up and goes to the door
It's a moment in anything can happen
Instead she gets out clothing
Puts it in a bag and him sleeping
While she for the door.