Luyện nghe bài hát The Guitar Lesson

The pupil is attractive, withdrawn
In a blue school uniform

Lips a little too full for her face
eyes full of space

In her posture no of coquette
No

She the frets, looking forlorn
Crossing her legs where her tights been torn

as her mother comes into the room
And the grows still

And her mother a chill, shivers
And buttons her

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

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

And I draw back her ear
A few strands of hair gone

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

And the place where her breasts will be
I press my flat

She comes my lap
I turn her
Her clasp my neck
And her skim the ground

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

As if listening to the sound
Of a burglar

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

Of a man, a
And an innocent girl