Luyện nghe bài hát Organic Acid

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

Oh hush, my friend, and
And cuddle to the
Sleep on the waves
may wet your lover's dream

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

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

Do and shells and stones
in through your night?
But you should not be
For all will pass time.

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

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

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

Hooking the steering-wheel to his heart
He her, and slapped out sideways into her face
She entered the cut her tongue
Gurgling gratitude for the taste

Do you fear the
hush, and realise
That though the never come
Prayers can soothe mind

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

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

Oh hush, my friend,