Luyện nghe bài hát The Light In My Little Girl's Eyes

The street kind of different - harsher colours sharper
angles. Shops stacked high stereos and rows of magazines. Smells
of coffee, limousines. The sun danced on the chromium. Slant
eyes in the light. Lights turned red as elbows jabbed, voices
snarled and turned sour, Children screamed! Brakes were
screeching! Knees were pumping, were crunching... Crushing,
deeper...
The street looked kind of different. The paving stones were
cards, and out as I skipped from the red to the black. Cracked a
joke about the joker, saluted all the kings, threw a to the
blackest queen who ushered me away to the palace in the where
the air's so and it gets so lonely in the night.
She whispered sleazy secrets on the couch by the TV. 3D of a
soapflake, trumpets blared, a voice declared: "Are you dirty?"
Yes but very pleased. Heard applause, felt the claws in my back,
backwards, rocking forwards in the groove. The earth moved!
The couch moved! We rolled on the felt, knocked the off the
shelf... Watched ourselves in the mirror, animals like cannibals!
And you ate my ear so I nibbled on your shoulder... Rolled your
up in my - I swallowed it whole. Flesh decreasing by the second
until all that remained were the eyes, mine brown, yours black.
back, we stared at the sunset. Brighter now... it looks so
pretty tonight. The in my little girl's eyes...