Luyện nghe bài hát Pornographer's Dream

"She's a dream", he said
I what he meant
But it me imagine
What kind of a dream he have
That been spent

Would he still of the thigh
The flesh upon high what he saw so of?
Wouldn't he of the thing that he never
quite get the touch of?

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

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

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

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

out of our hands, over our heads
Out of our reach, under real life
in veils, covered in silk
Dreaming of might be

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

Under this life
Dreaming of might be
this real life
Dreaming of

"She's a dream", he said
I knew he meant
And it me imagine
What of a dream he would have