Luyện nghe bài hát Pornographer's Dream

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

he still dream of the thigh
The flesh upon high he saw so much of?
he dream of the thing that he never
Could quite get the of?

out of his hands, over his head
Out of his reach, under this real
Hidden in veils, in silk
Dreaming of might be

out of his hands, over his head
Out of his reach, under this life
Hidden in veils, of mystery

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

Who's to know she'll show
Of herself, in measure
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 this real
Hidden in veils, covered in
of what might be

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

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

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