Luyện nghe bài hát The Guitar Lesson

The pupil is attractive, withdrawn
In a midnight school uniform

Lips just a little too full for her
Distant full of space

In her posture no of coquette
No

She fingers the frets, looking
Crossing her legs where her tights have torn

Starts as her mother comes into the
And the grows still

And her mother a chill, shivers
And her coat

I gently correct the curve of her
And I my back in the now empty flat

At the piece I've had her prepare
And her arms are bare as she

And I draw behind her ear
A few of hair gone astray

She shows her my bracelet, the is done
I turn it around between and thumb
We sit to face, and it seems to me then
That her face is the of a cat

And touching the place her breasts will be
I press my hand

She into my lap
I her around
Her clasp my neck
And her feet skim the

Her skirt travels up my palm
But the pupil sits so calm

As if listening to the sound
Of a alarm

happened next is hard to recall
The lesson left no traces at all
But now, afar, it seems to resemble
A strange in oil

Of a man, a
And an innocent little