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 and I stare down towards my chest
Chastise both our greasy hair, wonder whose gut is the

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

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

So baby, all
It was going to happen

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

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 were like a
A town in my for weeks folded up from a picture

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

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

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 straight 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 face in the
Of a High Street lingerie though it wasn't my intention

I phoned my friends and family to 'round the television
The talking heads count the most
Heart wrenching of all time
the great sense of waste, the indignity, the embarrassment
When not a single one of that whole century was