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 hand covered wet
She took among furniture wax
Dust, and the cloying of polishing-cloth
When he was sick, she him

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

We have been far through this night long
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 collapse out,
Puzzled at why she squirmed,
Held onto him, tears into her mouth
This was something their stories omitted
That her joy would seem like
When he after his release.

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

We have been far through this night long
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 tenderly his hand
Full of dead before they reached the car

When they drove she sat mouth open
As though photographed on the of a stomach punch
Her right fist 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 her tongue
Gurgling gratitude for the taste

Do you the dark?
Then hush, and
That though the 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 of the wet Hog's Back
The slumped, snout into a beech
Their corpses giving the vehicle
Petrol and blood at last together
But quick of a planned lunch
Cold red beef, cloth by a cherrywood fire
Game pie, and for him two of colder beer
The winter air tucking under eyelids
As they spun on the at Clandon
Their hands steaming from moisture
The aromatic finger drawn up to his
Dazed after mutual
They zigzagged into a end

Oh hush, my friend,