Luyện nghe bài hát The Guitar Lesson

The pupil is twelve-- attractive,
In a midnight blue school

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

In her posture no trace of
No

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

Starts as her comes into the room
And the afternoon still

And her mother feels a chill,
And buttons her

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

At the classical piece had her prepare
And her arms are bare as she

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

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

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

She comes my lap
I her around
Her hands my neck
And her skim the ground

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

As if to the distant sound
Of a alarm

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

Of a man, a
And an innocent little