Luyện nghe bài hát Straight In At 11

I think we need post-coital and less post-rock
Feels like the up takes forever but you never get me off
You pull your dress over your face and I stare down my chest
both our greasy hair, wonder whose gut is the softest

Stand with my ear to the door listening to the floorboards
Working out when be safe to dash the mattress to your bathroom
Where I ball my into fists until my knuckles glow bright white
Press the heels into eye sockets 'til I see the lights

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

So baby, all
It was going to happen

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

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

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

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

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

I a smile and wink directly at the camera
And leave you letting both our senses, I tiptoe out the
I skip down, I see in view my face in the reflection
Of a Street lingerie store though it wasn't my intention

I phoned my friends and family to gather the television
The talking heads count 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 was mine