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 and rows of magazines. Smells
of coffee, limousines. The sun danced on the chromium. Slant
eyes drowning in the light. Lights turned red as elbows jabbed,
snarled and luck turned sour, Children screamed! Brakes
screeching! were pumping, ribs were crunching... Crushing,
deeper...
The street looked kind of different. The paving stones 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 palace in the where
the air's so cold and it so lonely in the night.
She whispered secrets on the couch by the TV. 3D visions of a
soapflake, blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling dirty?"
Yes but very pleased. Heard applause, felt the claws in my back,
rocking backwards, rocking forwards in the groove. The 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 nibbled on your shoulder... Rolled tongue
up in my - I swallowed it whole. Flesh decreasing by the second
until all remained were the eyes, mine brown, yours black. Tilted
back, we stared at the hollywood sunset. now... it looks so
tonight. The light in my little girl's eyes...