Luyện nghe bài hát Organic Acid

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

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

We have 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 details of delight.
Satisfied, he would out,
Puzzled at why she squirmed,
Held onto him, curling into her mouth
This was something stories always omitted
That her joy would like pain
he focused after his release.

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

We been far through 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 pick up a rained-out
Would give it tenderly his hand
Full of things before they reached the car

When drove she sat with mouth open
As though photographed on the of a stomach punch
Her right gripping the skin of his left leg

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

Do you fear the
hush, and realise
That though the angels come
Prayers can your mind

We have been far 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 into a
corpses giving the vehicle arms
Petrol and at last dripping together
But quick of a planned lunch
Cold red beef, white 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
Their hands steaming from quick
The finger drawn up to his nostril
after mutual masturbation
They into a conservative end

Oh hush, my friend,