Luyện nghe bài hát His Pleasure is My Pain

A man in the doorway like a small child
fists
She lies on her bed her head buried in her
And she at the moon
He speaks to her all the words she's heard too many times
And pretty soon she just let's his voice away

And she thinks...

This was a gradual steel
That started with feet
And ended with hearts

This was once satisfying sex but now no is

It was once filled the possibilities of new china or old stone
But now it's exagerated and waterlogged no longer what
had
Intended and still I cry in my

He always I was too sensitive,

But I say

(chorus)

At least I never meant to him cry.
At I never meant to make him hurt that way
Nooo I never to make him cry
meant to make him hurt that way

Yes true, I'm too senstive
But he pleasure in my pain.
Yes true, I'm too senstive
But he pleasure in my pain.

And the hours they fly by
She goes to the
She puts on a and brushes her hair
already asleep
By the she

Goes and lays herself down.
She

My god, what am I doing

My bones grown tired of his hunger, of his gray eyes,
And I feel if I were to stay one more here I'd die or explode
Or worse yet fade away.
There have been days so dark that I felt like
And I soon too would turn to fall.
He always I was too sensitive that if I cared so much
The world could kill me way.
I wonder if he's only alive or if he's simply always been this
Inarticulate,
I say

And she get's out of bed and looks at her as though they
Were the for her freedom
She up and goes to the door
It's a moment in which anything can
Instead she gets out some
Puts it in a bag and him sleeping
she heads for the door.