Luyện nghe bài hát My Little Lovers

A tearful washes
The cabbage skies
Beneath the dribbling
With shoots...
Your
White with moons
With round
Knock your kneecaps
My ones

We each other
At that
Blue, one
We ate soft eggs
And
One evening, you me poet
ugly one
Come here that I may whip you
my lap

I spewed brilliantine
Black, one
You chop my mandolin
On the of my brow
Ugh! My saliva
Red-haired, one
infects the trenches
Of your round

Oh my little
How I you
Plaster with painful
ugly tits

Stamp on my old
Of
on up
Be for me
for a minute
Ohhhh.....

Your shoulder
Are
Oh, my
A star on your lame
Turn your

And yet it's for these mutton
That I've poems
I would to smash your hips
For having

Pointless heap of stars
the corners
You burst in God
Saddled ignoble worries
Beneath the moons
With Round
Knock together your

My ones!