Luyện nghe bài hát The Family And The Fishing Net

Suffocated by mirrors, by dreams
Her honey belly the seams
are still upon the hinge
Pale tinge the tiger skin

Moist as grass, and heavy as the night
The is full, well out of sight
All around the
Icing on the warm flesh

Light creeps her secret tunnels
into the open spaces
Burning out in sudden
Draining blood from well-fed

form in subtle whispers
Flex the in denial
Up and down its pristine
So the music, so the

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

Even as the soft tingle
mingle with the homeless mother
Who loves the day but lives
That was hers

The father, long lost lover
Brushes ashes his broom
jokes to fly and hover
Bursting over the bride and

And the talk on

Memories crash on tireless
The lifeguards whom the winter

Silence falls the
All the doors are
Nervous hands grip the knife
In the darkness, the cake is cut

Passed around, in pieces
The body and the
The and the fishing-net
And another in the

The and the flesh