Luyện nghe bài hát Whistle Clock

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

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

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

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

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

You duck your head when the Banchee
and pray for days shorter than seem
then the whistle clock again
you wanna leave but your legs bend

serving roses
serving and red