Luyện nghe bài hát Pornographer's Dream

"She's a pornographer's dream", he
I knew he meant
But it me imagine
kind of a dream he would have
That hadn't spent

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

It's out of his hands, over his
Out of his reach, this real life
Hidden in veils, in silk
Dreaming of what be

It's out of his hands, over his
Out of his reach, under this life
Hidden in veils, dreaming of

Bettie is still the rage
her legs and leather
She turns to tease the
And us at home and we let her

Who's to know what show
Of herself, in what
If what she or what she conceals
Is the key to our

It's out of our hands, over our
Out of our reach, under real life
Hidden in veils, in silk
Dreaming of what be

It's out of our hands, our heads
Out of our reach, under this life
in veils, dreaming of mystery

Under real life
Dreaming of what be
this real life
Dreaming of

"She's a dream", he said
I what he meant
And it made me
What kind of a dream he would