Luyện nghe bài hát The Guitar Lesson

The pupil is attractive, withdrawn
In a blue school uniform

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

In her posture no of coquette
No

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

Starts as her mother comes the room
And the afternoon grows

And her mother feels a chill,
And buttons her

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

At the classical piece I've had her
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 it around between finger and thumb
We sit to face, and it seems to me then
That her face is the of a cat

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

She into my lap
I her around
Her clasp my neck
And her feet skim the

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

As if to the distant 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 strange in oil

Of a man, a
And an innocent little