Luyện nghe bài hát Touch You

You your head, I rest on you
my skin, inside my bones
You my hand, what can I do but touch you

You your head, I press on you
The you move the less I know
You guide my hand, can I do but touch you

Heavy arms, breathing, passion,
The of joy
Flavor, rhythm, turning,
A gift from the woman who in the dark

Temper, promises, jealousy,
The of joy
Pressure, aching, repeating,
A gift from the who shone in the dark

The body extends like a
Like something you almost
memory is made of light
With your shining like fate
Becoming something I can

arms, breathing, passion, fever
The of joy
Flavor, rhythm, turning,
A from the woman who shone in the dark

You turn head, I rest on you
my skin, inside my bones
You guide my hand, can I do but touch you

I lie making a weapon out of desire
You hear me from far but
My voice does not you
I out a net, waiting to gather you in
So I can you like a photograph

You your head, I rest on you
Beneath my skin, my bones
You guide my hand, can I do but touch you

You raise your head, I on you
The more you move the I know
You my hand, what can I do but touch you

warm hands, I die, you die,
Where is he, am I,
laughter I am dead,
Dead and
In the pitch night
Arrow at him

arms, breathing, passion, fever
The of joy
Flavor, rhythm, turning,
A from the woman who shone in the dark

Temper, promises, jealousy,
The of joy
Pressure, aching, repeating,
A gift from the woman who in the dark

You turn head, I rest on you
Beneath my skin, inside my
You my hand, what can I do but touch you

memory is made up of light
It takes up and shines out
Like a of fire
Like the light of my own body in the
Like you almost remember

You turn your head, I on you
Beneath my skin, inside my
You guide my hand, can I do but touch you

You your head, I press on you
The you move the less I know
You guide my hand, what can I do but you