Luyện nghe bài hát The Guitar Lesson

The is twelve-- attractive, withdrawn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

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

In her posture no trace of
No

She fingers the frets, forlorn
Crossing her legs where her have been torn

Starts as her mother comes into the
And the grows still

And her mother a chill, shivers
And buttons her

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 as she plays

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

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

And touching the place where her breasts be
I my hand flat

She into my lap
I turn her
Her clasp my neck
And her feet the ground

Her travels up under my palm
But the pupil sits looking so

As if listening to the sound
Of a alarm

What happened is hard to recall
The guitar lesson no traces at all
But now, from afar, it seems to
A strange in oil

Of a man, a
And an innocent little