Luyện nghe bài hát Lorna Zauberberg

Wait for your in my car by the station
On the wheel, my hands are from the cold
What do you dream as you doze against the
And will you tell the when you come home?

Virility is in the house of lesser
And in we get by on charm alone
The sun beats down on immaculate beige
And the plank of bounce off the off-white wall

I flipped the music that you left
All the old cassettes that lean the wall
I ate all the peaches off the
And I the cans into a poem

Vicious mobs of stalk the night
And sleep right where they stand
A weeping tranny is cradling a knife
And you're happily slugging Rob Roys your man

I fold all the sweaters in the
And I smelled your smell and I held one to my
Lay awake to the on window
As the swan of the fan sweeps back and forth