Luyện nghe bài hát Whistle Clock

Laughing bright in the grass
I smelled your scent as your passed
dreading at Sunday noon
you''ll be returning here none too

The of a supple woman
The of a dog
soaking in simple
a crack in the fog

I saw come pouring out
I cut you and let it out
Then comes the stroke again
compressing like oxygen

The purr of a perfect
The curve of a
soaking in simple
like a in the fog

You may them roses
you may serve delight
but when the day closes
I sing you goodnight

You duck head when the Banchee screams
and pray for shorter than they seem
comes the whistle clock again
you leave but your legs can''t bend

Still serving
serving and red