Luyện nghe bài hát Lorna Zauberberg

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

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

I flipped through the music you left
All the old cassettes that against the wall
I ate all the off the shelf
And I rearranged the into a poem

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

I fold all the in the drawer
And I smelled your smell and I held one to my
Lay awake to the drizzle on
As the neck of the fan sweeps back and forth