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, glossy limousines. The sun danced on the chromium.
drowning in the light. Lights turned red as elbows jabbed, voices
snarled and luck sour, Children screamed! Brakes were
screeching! Knees pumping, ribs were crunching... Crushing,
deeper...
The street looked of different. The paving stones were playing
cards, and cried out as I skipped from the red to the black. a
joke the joker, saluted all the kings, threw a ring to the
blackest queen who ushered me away to the in the square where
the air's so cold and it so lonely in the night.
She whispered sleazy secrets on the couch by the TV. 3D of a
soapflake, blared, a voice 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... Watched in the mirror, like 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
until all that remained were the eyes, brown, yours black. Tilted
back, we at the hollywood sunset. Brighter now... it looks so
pretty tonight. The light in my little eyes...