Luyện nghe bài hát The Family And The Fishing Net

Suffocated by mirrors, stained by
Her honey pulls the seams
Curves are upon the hinge
Pale zeros the tiger skin

Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the
The is full, well out of sight
All the conversations
Icing on the flesh cake

creeps through her secret tunnels
Sucked into the spaces
Burning out in flashes
Draining blood well-fed faces

Desires form in subtle
the muscles in denial
Up and down its cage
So the music, so the

Vows of sacrifice, chickens
Dance in circles, the blessed
Man and wife, by all
Their grafted trunks in possessed

Even as the soft tingle
They with the homeless mother
Who loves the day but lives
That once was

The worried father, long lost
Brushes with his broom
Rehearses jokes to fly and
Bursting over the bride and

And the talk on

crash on tireless waves
The lifeguards whom the winter

falls the guillotine
All the doors are
Nervous hands tight the knife
In the darkness, till the is cut

Passed around, in little
The and the flesh
The and the fishing-net
And in the mesh

The and the flesh