Luyện nghe bài hát Straight In At 11

I we need more 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 down towards my chest
both our greasy hair, wonder whose gut is the softest

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

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

So baby, all
It was going to inevitably

I think we need more post-coital and post-rock
Feels the build up takes 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 I'll get off this

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

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

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

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

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

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