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 dress over your face 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 mattress to your
Where I ball my fingers into fists my knuckles glow bright white
Press the heels eye sockets 'til I see the flashing lights

Stop me when my stories change, when they started to repeat
'Cause last time I was a 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 takes but you never touch my cock
And what exactly do you mean now by what can you even
And how does that affect how I'll get off this

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

Some people themselves 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 inevitably
And if it helps, I mean even at all
It's best you dust down and get straight back on the horse

I condescend a and wink directly at the camera
And you letting both our senses, I tiptoe out the backdoor
I skip down, I see streets in my face in the reflection
Of a High Street lingerie store though it my intention

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