Luyện nghe bài hát Pornoghrapher's Dream

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

Would he still dream of the of the flesh upon high?
What he saw so of?
Wouldn't he dream of the that he never
quite get the touch of?

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

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

Bettie Page is the rage
her legs and leather;
She turns to 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

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

out of our hands, over our heads
Out of our reach, under this life
Hidden in
We're of mystery.

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