Luyện nghe bài hát Clara

This is not a doll
in blood in the moonlight
Like what in America
is us
Our snagged
in mob in the daylight
Like what happen in
The breasts are still
The legs and straight
The upper lip remains
The teeth are too
The eyeside is
The hair long and
coming through
Still coming
She this room
She can navigate it in the
She entered the Palazzo at by a side door
To ascend to a lift in the floor
She on the bed
Looking up not yet
The signs of the painted in gold
On the vaulted ceiling
His enormous eyes as he
Coming nearer in the darkness
His strange beliefs the moon
Its upon men of affairs
The danger of its light on your face
While you sleeping
She'll it with her head
Stroke him while he
Until he has nothing to do among men of
Sometime before
Her bare cross the floor
She gazes from the
At the fountain in the
I feel like a swallow
A swallow by some mistake
Has into an attic
And its head against the walls in terror
This is not a rabbit
With a body of
Like what happen in
The breasts are heavy
The legs and straight
The upper lip short
The are too small
The is green
The hair and black
Still through
coming through
The mood soon
In the clear air
A man came up towards the
And it with a stick
It swiftly
And around at the end of the rope
Finer a hair from every side
Finer a hair


This is just a cornhusk
Dipped in in the moonlight
This is a cornhusk doll
This morning in my
A little was trapped
It flew around
it fell exhausted on my bed
I it up
So as not to it
I opened the
Then I opened my