Luyện nghe bài hát The Woman With The Tattooed Hands

I used to know this
Who had the most tattoos
On the top sides of of her hands
She was years old and as far as I know
Had never yet with a man

It's not that she wasn't
She was beautiful but it was the way that she
She was aggressively to the point
Where she intimidated any mitt
That tried to catch it

On the right hand she had a of a nude girl
She claimed it is what God
But on the left she had a image of the same female
And one she explained looked like the devil

I remember watching her touch her own breasts
How the tattoos smiled as they stared her stomach
As if when they'd be allowed to caress
The sweet flower that they seemed to hunger
(Sweet flower)

Now maybe I was but it felt so right
Heaven and Hell both to this woman's womb
It didn't make sense how she could
Touching herself with me wide awake in the same

But if I've learned in my years
(My years)
I learned I no believe in surprise
(In surprise)
But what happened next damn near my tears

The tattoos came right in front of my eyes
They slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
And showed me why she never took some time a man
They climbed deep of this woman's garden

She closed her eyes and she bit her bottom lip
I stepped I and I don't regret leaving
And never forget all the things I saw that evening
A glimpse of religion a of coming closer
To understanding about what intrigues me most

I get turned on I just got turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was
For each one of 'em I've and every time I've been burned
I've got a lot to teach but even more to

So now I keep my eyes open hoping to in all I can
About women in all she can
And for as long as I I'll save receipt
In my for that woman with the tattooed hands

There's good and in each individual fire
needs and feeds our desire
As long as we our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she

There's good and in each individual fire
Identifies and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit
She can her bottom lip all she wants

There's and evil in each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our
As long as we keep our inspired
She can bite her lip all she wants
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