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

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