Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Wet Circles

On where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins
ceremonies pause at the jeweller's shop display
Feigning casual silence in romantic interludes
Till they commit to the muted journey home
And the player rests on another cue
nights hero picking up his dues
A gambled on a ricochet
She's staring at the at the holidays
Chalking up a in your hometown
Standing all your mates to round
Laughing at the till the barman wipes away
The wet circles

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

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

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