Luyện nghe bài hát Whistle Clock

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

The touch of a woman
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 the piston stroke again
compressing muscle oxygen

The purr of a lover
The of a song
soaking in simple
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 when the Banchee screams
and pray for days shorter than they
then comes the clock again
you wanna leave but your legs bend

Still roses
roses and red