Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Wet Circles

On promenades where drunks propose to lonely mannequins
Where ceremonies pause at the jeweller's display
Feigning casual silence in strained romantic
Till they themselves to the muted journey home
And the pool rests on another cue
Last nights hero picking up his
A honeymoon on a ricochet
She's staring at the brochures at the
up a name in your hometown
Standing all your mates to another
Laughing at the world the barman wipes away
The wet circles

I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths a classroom's shabby
Flirt in the glow of stranded boxes
Planning white weddings from smeared hearts
And token proclamations, rolled stolen lipsticks
Across the razored webs of
cigarettes with experience with her giggling
Jealous confidantes, she faithfully traces his
With quick fingers
the tears of condensation that'll cry through the night
As the glancing headlights of the last bus adolescence goodbye

In a warm wet
Like a mother's kiss on your broken heart, a warm wet circle
Like a bullethole in central park, a warm wet
And I'll always to the warm wet circles

She nervously undressed in the dancing beams of the lighthouse
Giving it all away before it's too
She'll let a lover's tongue move in a warm wet
Giving it all away and showing no
She'll take a kiss on her first broken heart
A warm wet circle, realise that she plays her part in a warm wet circle