Luyện nghe bài hát Touch You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With hands, I die, you die,
is he, where am I,
Without I am dead,
Dead and
In the dark night
shot at him

Heavy arms, breathing, passion,
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 who shone in the dark

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

Your is made up of light
It takes up residence and out
Like a photograph of
Like the light of my own in the dark
Like you almost remember

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 more you the less I know
You guide my hand, can I do but touch you