Luyện nghe bài hát The Guitar Lesson

The is twelve-- attractive, withdrawn
In a midnight school uniform

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

In her no trace of coquette
No

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

Starts as her mother into the room
And the afternoon grows

And her mother a chill, shivers
And her coat

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

At the classical piece I've had her
And her arms are as she plays

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

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

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

She comes my lap
I her around
Her clasp my neck
And her feet the ground

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

As if listening to the sound
Of a alarm

What happened is hard to recall
The guitar left no traces at all
But now, afar, it seems to resemble
A composition in oil

Of a man, a
And an innocent girl