Luyện nghe bài hát Organic Acid

He got her drunk quickly
Holding hands, they the broom-cupboard
Where he had as far as the fall
his hand covered wet hair
She took over furniture wax
Dust, and the yellow of polishing-cloth
When he was sick, she him

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

We have been far through this night long
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 her mouth
This was something their stories always
That her joy would like pain
he focused after his release.

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

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

In the week of the relationship
She was tripping on organic
Would stop to pick up a rained-out
Would it tenderly into his hand
Full of dead things before they the car

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

Hooking the closer to his heart
He feared her, and slapped out sideways her face
She entered the cut with her
Gurgling gratitude for the strange

Do you the dark?
hush, and realise
That the angels never come
Prayers can your mind

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

There was no premonition of the wet Back
The sportscar slumped, snout a beech
Their corpses the vehicle arms
Petrol and blood at last dripping
But quick flashes of a lunch
red beef, white cloth by a cherrywood fire
Game pie, and for him two pints of colder
The air tucking under their eyelids
As spun on the gravel at Clandon
Their hands steaming from moisture
The finger drawn up to his nostril
Dazed after mutual
They zigzagged into a end

Oh hush, my friend,