Luyện nghe bài hát The Guitar Lesson

The is twelve-- attractive, withdrawn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

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

In her posture no of coquette
No

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

Starts as her comes into the room
And the afternoon grows

And her feels a chill, shivers
And buttons her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As if listening to the sound
Of a burglar

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

Of a man, a
And an little girl