Luyện nghe bài hát Straight In At 11

I think we more post-coital and less post-rock
Feels like the build up takes forever but you get me off
You pull your dress over your face and I stare down my chest
Chastise both our greasy hair, whose gut is the softest

Stand with my ear to the door to the landing floorboards
Working out when we'll be safe to dash the mattress to bathroom
Where I ball my fingers into fists my knuckles glow bright white
Press the into eye sockets 'til I see the flashing lights

Stop me when my stories change, when they started to repeat
'Cause time I was a mess of sleep of icy feet

So baby, all
It was going to happen

I we need more post-coital and less post-rock
Feels like the build up takes forever but you never touch my
And what exactly do you now by what can you even eat?
And how does that affect how get off this evening?

I down south to Mexico, had a minor realization
I understood why kids the sun with its rays emanating
And the beams broke the clouds, the sky were like a
A town in my pocket for folded up from a picture

I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls, never enough
She on pulling the peace sign and it seems like a torch
She the glaze on her lips, they shone like Battleship Grey
She liked the wisdom I gave

Some people give themselves to
people give themselves to a cause
Some people give themselves to a
I have to myself to goals

So baby, all
It was going to happen
And if it helps, I even slightly at all
It's best you dust yourself down and get back on the horse

I condescend a and wink directly at the camera
And leave you both our senses, I tiptoe out the backdoor
I skip down, I see in view my face in the reflection
Of a High Street lingerie store though it my intention

I my friends and family to gather 'round the television
The talking heads down the most
Heart wrenching break-ups of all
Imagine the sense of waste, the indignity, the embarrassment
When not a single one of that whole century was