Luyện nghe bài hát Pornographer's Dream

"She's a pornographer's dream", he
I knew what he
But it made me
kind of a dream he would have
That been spent

Would he still dream of the
The upon high what he saw so much of?
Wouldn't he dream of the that he never
Could quite get the of?

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

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

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

to know what 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
Hidden in veils, in silk
Dreaming of what be

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

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

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