Luyện nghe bài hát Whistle Clock

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

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

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

The of a perfect lover
The of a song
soaking in pleasure
like a in the fog

You may serve roses
you may serve their
but the working day closes
I sing you goodnight

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

serving roses
serving and red