Luyện nghe bài hát Lorna Zauberberg

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

Virility is in the house of than
And in we get by on charm alone
The sun beats on immaculate beige carpets
And the plank of spoons bounce off the off-white

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

Vicious of candy-ravers stalk the night
And methadonians sleep right where they
A weeping tranny is a steak knife
And you're happily slugging Rob Roys with man

I all the sweaters in the drawer
And I smelled your and I held one to my nose
Lay awake to the on window
As the neck of the fan sweeps back and forth