Luyện nghe bài hát Organic Acid

He got her very quickly
hands, they found the broom-cupboard
Where he had as far as the fall
When his hand wet hair
She took over among wax
Dust, and the cloying of polishing-cloth
he was sick, she comforted 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 long hours
We go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

He couldn't do it
The disco, the office, the pub,
Had out those details of delight.
Satisfied, he collapse out,
Puzzled at why she squirmed,
Held onto him, tears curling into her
This was something their stories omitted
That her joy would seem 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 this 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 rained-out
Would give it into his hand
of dead things before they reached the car

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

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

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

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

was no premonition of the wet Hog's Back
The slumped, snout into a beech
Their corpses giving the arms
Petrol and at last dripping together
But quick flashes of a lunch
Cold red beef, cloth by a cherrywood fire
Game pie, and for him two of colder beer
The winter air tucking under their
As they on the gravel at Clandon
hands steaming from quick moisture
The aromatic finger up to his nostril
after mutual masturbation
They into a conservative end

Oh hush, my friend,