Luyện nghe bài hát Organic Acid

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

Oh hush, my friend, and
And to the wind
on through 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 left out details of delight.
Satisfied, he would out,
Puzzled at why she squirmed,
Held onto him, tears into her mouth
This was something their stories omitted
That her joy would like pain
When he focused his release.

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

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

In the third week of the
She was tripping on organic
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 on the impact of a stomach punch
Her fist gripping the skin of his left leg

Hooking the steering-wheel closer to his
He her, and slapped out sideways into her face
She the cut with her tongue
Gurgling gratitude for the strange

Do you the dark?
Then hush, and
That though the never 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, into a beech
corpses giving the vehicle 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 under their eyelids
As spun on the gravel at Clandon
Their hands from quick moisture
The finger drawn up to his nostril
Dazed after mutual
They into a conservative end

Oh hush, my friend,