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, that hadn't 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?

It's out of his hands, over his
Out of his reach, under real life
Hidden in veils, in silk
He's of what might be

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

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

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

It's out of our hands, over our
Out of our reach, under this real
Hidden in veils, covered in
dreaming of what might be

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

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