Luyện nghe bài hát Pornographer's Dream

"She's a dream", he said
I knew what he
But it made me
kind of a dream he would have
That hadn't spent

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

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

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

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

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

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

out of our hands, over our heads
Out of our reach, this real life
in veils, dreaming of mystery

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

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