Luyện nghe bài hát Lorna Zauberberg

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

is in the house of lesser than
And in breakfast we get by on alone
The sun beats down on immaculate carpets
And the plank of spoons bounce off the off-white

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

Vicious mobs of candy-ravers stalk the
And sleep right where they stand
A weeping tranny is cradling a steak
And happily slugging Rob Roys with your man

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