Luyện nghe bài hát Pornographer's Dream

"She's a dream", he said
I knew he meant
But it made me
What kind of a dream he would
That hadn't been

Would he dream of the thigh
The flesh high what he saw so much of?
Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he
Could quite get the of?

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

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

Bettie Page is still the
With her legs and
She turns to the camera
And please us at and we let her

Who's to know what she'll
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
Dreaming of might be

out of our hands, over our heads
Out of our reach, under this life
Hidden in veils, dreaming of

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

"She's a pornographer's dream", he
I knew what he
And it me imagine
What kind of a he would have