Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Wet Circles

On promenades where drunks to lonely arcade mannequins
Where ceremonies at the jeweller's shop display
Feigning silence in strained romantic interludes
Till they themselves to the muted journey home
And the pool rests on another cue
Last nights picking up his dues
A honeymoon on a ricochet
She's at the brochures at the holidays
Chalking up a name in hometown
all your mates to another round
Laughing at the world till the wipes away
The warm wet

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

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

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