Luyện nghe bài hát Pornoghrapher's Dream

She's a dream, he said.
I knew he meant.
But it me imagine: what kind of a dream
He would have, hadn't been spent?

Would he dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high?
he saw so much of?
Wouldn't he dream of the thing he never
Could quite get the of?

out of his hands, over his head
Out of his reach, under this life
in veils, covered in silk
He's of what might be

Out of his hands, over his
Out of his reach, this real life
in veils,
He's of mystery.

Bettie is still the rage
With her legs and
She to tease the camera, and please us at home,
And we let her.

Who's to know what show of herself,
In measure?
If she reveals, or what she conceals,
Is the key to our

It's out of our hands, our heads
Out of our reach, under real life
Hidden in veils, in silk
We're dreaming of what be

It's out of our hands, our heads
Out of our reach, this real life
Hidden in
We're of mystery.

She's a dream, he said.
I knew he meant.
But it made me imagine: kind of a dream
He would