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 against the window?
And will you tell the dream when you home?

Virility is in the of lesser than
And in breakfast we get by on charm
The sun beats down on immaculate beige
And the plank of spoons bounce off the off-white

I flipped through the music that you
All the old that lean against the wall
I ate all the off the shelf
And I the cans into a poem

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

I fold all the sweaters in the
And I smelled your and I held one to my nose
Lay to the drizzle on window
As the swan neck of the fan back and forth