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 hadn't spent

he still dream of the thigh
The flesh upon high he saw so much of?
Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he
quite get the touch 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, of mystery

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

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

It's out of our hands, our heads
Out of our reach, this real life
Hidden in veils, covered in
Dreaming of might be

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

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

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