Luyện nghe bài hát Organic Acid

He got her drunk quickly
hands, they found the broom-cupboard
Where he had control as far as the
When his hand wet hair
She took among furniture wax
Dust, and the cloying of polishing-cloth
When he was sick, she him

Oh hush, my friend, and
And to the wind
on through the waves
That may wet lover's dream

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

He couldn't do it
The disco, the office, the pub,
Had left out those of delight.
Satisfied, he would out,
at why she still squirmed,
Held onto him, tears curling into her
This was something their always omitted
That her joy would seem pain
When he focused his release.

Do and shells and stones
Peep in your night?
But you not be hurt
For all will with time.

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

In the third of the relationship
She was tripping on acid
Would stop to up a rained-out leaf
give it tenderly into his hand
Full of dead things they reached the car

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

Hooking the closer to his heart
He her, and slapped out sideways into her face
She the cut with her tongue
Gurgling for the strange taste

Do you the dark?
Then hush, and
That though the angels come
can soothe your mind

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

was no premonition of the wet Hog's Back
The sportscar slumped, snout a beech
Their corpses giving the vehicle
and blood at last dripping together
But flashes of a planned lunch
Cold red beef, white by a cherrywood fire
Game pie, and for him two pints of beer
The winter air tucking under their
As spun on the gravel at Clandon
Their hands from quick moisture
The aromatic finger drawn up to his
after mutual masturbation
They zigzagged a conservative end

Oh hush, my friend,