Luyện nghe bài hát Lorna Zauberberg

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

Virility is in the house of than
And in breakfast we get by on charm
The sun down on immaculate beige carpets
And the plank of spoons off the off-white wall

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

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

I fold all the sweaters in the
And I smelled your smell and I one to my nose
Lay awake to the drizzle on
As the swan neck of the fan sweeps back and