Luyện nghe bài hát Organic Acid

He got her drunk very
Holding hands, found the broom-cupboard
he had control as far as the fall
When his covered wet hair
She took over furniture wax
Dust, and the cloying yellow of
he was sick, she comforted him

Oh hush, my friend, and
And to the wind
Sleep on through the
That may wet your dream

We have been far through night long hours
We go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

He do it properly
The disco, the office, the pub,
Had out those details of delight.
Satisfied, he collapse out,
at why she still squirmed,
Held onto him, curling into her mouth
This was something their always omitted
That her joy seem like pain
When he focused his release.

Do and shells and stones
Peep in through your
But you not be hurt
For all pass with time.

We have been far through night long hours
We go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

In the third week of the
She was tripping on organic
Would stop to pick up a leaf
Would give it tenderly into his
Full of dead things before reached the car

they drove she sat with mouth open
As photographed on the impact of a stomach punch
Her right fist gripping the of his left leg

Hooking the steering-wheel closer to his
He her, and slapped out sideways into her face
She entered the cut with her
gratitude for the strange taste

Do you the dark?
Then hush, and
That the angels never come
can soothe your mind

We have far through this night long hour
We go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

There was no premonition of the wet Back
The sportscar slumped, into a beech
Their corpses giving the vehicle
Petrol and blood at dripping together
But quick of a planned lunch
red beef, white cloth by a cherrywood fire
Game pie, and for him two of colder beer
The air tucking under their eyelids
As they spun on the gravel at
Their hands steaming from quick
The aromatic finger drawn up to his
after mutual masturbation
They zigzagged a conservative end

Oh hush, my friend,