Luyện nghe bài hát Pornoghrapher's Dream

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

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

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

Out of his hands, his head
Out of his reach, under this life
in veils,
He's of mystery.

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

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

It's out of our hands, over our
Out of our reach, this real life
in veils, covered in silk
We're dreaming of what be

It's out of our hands, over our
Out of our reach, this real life
Hidden in
dreaming of mystery.

She's a dream, he said.
I knew he meant.
But it made me what kind of a dream
He have?