Luyện nghe bài hát Whistle Clock

Laughing eyed in the grass
I your scent as your body passed
dreading Monday at Sunday
you''ll be returning here too soon

The of a supple woman
The of a dog
in simple pleasures
Like a in the fog

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

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

You may serve them
you may their delight
but the working day closes
I you sweetly goodnight

You duck your head when the Banchee
and pray for days shorter than seem
then comes the whistle clock
you wanna but your legs can''t bend

serving roses
serving and red