Luyện nghe bài hát Whistle Clock

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

The touch of a supple
The of a dog
soaking in pleasures
Like a in the fog

I saw pressure come out
I cut you and let it out
Then comes the piston stroke
muscle like oxygen

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

You may them roses
you may serve delight
but the working day closes
I sing you sweetly

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

Still roses
roses and red