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

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