Luyện nghe bài hát Straight In At 11

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

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

Stop me when my stories change, when they have started to
last time I was a mess of sleep of icy feet

So baby, all
It was to happen inevitably

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

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

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

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

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

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

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