Luyện nghe bài hát The Butcher

Open up midnight
The butcher for someones desperation
That beyond control
is an invitation

Under lights
You cant out his desire
bodies are indecent
And they are not in

From the counter he thought
You whispered, you want

Cut out the brights of the oncoming cars on the
Lightness is forced when you cut out the in the paper
Cut the split
The ones filled

When you thought you caught with unknowable thrills
Instead you get
Soft in the face
The lines in your head, have to all be

Cleave the dry stone to a
That an answer will follow
attention is still focused
On the and the cold fortune

the streets on prospects
The walks home
in the streetlights
Even it in the dark
it with his eyes closed

He puts his red coat,
Goes up into his
Undresses and his arms
As if it could you

From under the he thought
You whispered, you want