Luyện nghe bài hát Motelroom.Grandpiano

I picked the appetizing flowers from these gardens.
I of virgin thighs.
in your sweat.
Sat in a glass.
And took the bench your hips.

These are beautiful wooden legs you have to on

me lying down
I my heart out on your rib cage an you tried to sing along
But the keys I chose: notes
And your singing turned to

This is the of dying insides

was sleeping.
Slaves to a imagination.
The light of the television sprayed us into the on a wall.
We: new mannequins.
We: new oil spills.
no eyes how is it you cry.
With no how is it you laugh.
now.
Our shadows move one.
and forth.
Our lips.

We the machine like to speak.
We choclaes.
We her in sleep.
We're to pronounce your children blind.
Led astray and toyed with their lives.
We taught sex and muted their laughter