Luyện nghe bài hát The Guitar Lesson

The is twelve-- attractive, withdrawn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

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

In her posture no of coquette
No

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

as her mother comes into the room
And the afternoon grows

And her mother feels a chill,
And her coat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As if listening to the distant
Of a burglar

What happened next is hard to
The guitar lesson left no at all
But now, from afar, it seems to
A composition in oil

Of a man, a
And an innocent little