Luyện nghe bài hát The Guitar Lesson

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

Lips just a too full for her face
eyes full 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 afternoon still

And her feels a chill, shivers
And her coat

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 are bare as she plays

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

She shows her my bracelet, the lesson is
I turn it around between and thumb
We sit to face, and it seems to me then
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 turn her
Her hands clasp my
And her feet the ground

Her skirt travels up under my
But the pupil looking so calm

As if to the distant sound
Of a alarm

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

Of a man, a
And an little girl