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

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