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

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