Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Wet Circles

On promenades where drunks to lonely arcade mannequins
Where ceremonies pause at the jeweller's shop
Feigning casual silence in romantic interludes
Till commit themselves to the muted journey home
And the pool player on another cue
Last nights picking up his dues
A gambled on a ricochet
She's staring at the brochures at the
Chalking up a name in your
Standing all mates to another round
at the world till the barman wipes away
The warm wet

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

In a warm wet
a mother's kiss on your first broken heart, a warm wet circle
Like a in central park, a warm wet circle
And always surrender 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 in a warm wet circle
Giving it all away and no shame
She'll take a kiss on her first broken heart
A warm wet circle, she'll realise she plays her part in a warm wet circle