Luyện nghe bài hát Organic Acid

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

Oh hush, my friend, and
And to the wind
Sleep on through the
That may wet 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 collapse out,
at why she still squirmed,
Held onto him, tears into her mouth
This was something stories always omitted
That her joy seem like pain
he focused after his release.

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

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

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

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

the steering-wheel closer to his heart
He feared her, and out sideways into her face
She entered the cut with her
gratitude for the strange taste

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

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

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

Oh hush, my friend,