Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Wet Circles

On where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins
Where ceremonies at the jeweller's shop display
Feigning casual silence in strained interludes
Till they commit themselves to the muted journey
And the pool player rests on cue
Last hero picking up his dues
A gambled on a ricochet
staring at the brochures at the holidays
Chalking up a name in your
Standing all your to another round
Laughing at the world the barman wipes away
The warm wet

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

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

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