Luyện nghe bài hát Touch You

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

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

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

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

The body extends a thought
something you almost remember
Your memory is made of
With your face shining like
Becoming I can keep

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

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

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

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

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

warm hands, I die, you die,
Where is he, am I,
Without I am dead,
and dead
In the pitch night
Arrow at him

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

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

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

Your memory is up of light
It takes up residence and out
a photograph of fire
Like the of my own body in the dark
Like something you remember

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

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