Luyện nghe bài hát The Woman With The Tattooed Hands

I used to know woman
Who had the most beautiful
On the top sides of of her hands
She was forty-three years old and as far as I
Had yet been with a man

not that she wasn't attractive
She was beautiful but it was the way that she
She was aggressively to the point
Where she would've intimidated any
That tried to catch it

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

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

Now maybe I was high but it felt so
Heaven and Hell both take to this womb
It didn't sense how she could commence
Touching herself me wide awake in the same room

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

The tattoos came alive 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 deep inside of this woman's garden

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

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

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

good and evil in each individual fire
Identifies and feeds our desire
As as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her lip all she wants

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

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