Luyện nghe bài hát Straight In At 11

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

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

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

So baby, all
It was to happen inevitably

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

I flew south to Mexico, had a minor realization
I understood why kids draw the sun with its rays
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 straight chicken gay girls, it's never enough
She keeps on pulling the sign and it seems like a torch
She licked the on her lips, they shone like Battleship Grey
She never the wisdom I gave

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

So baby, all
It was going to inevitably
And if it helps, I mean even 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 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 store though it wasn't my

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