Luyện nghe bài hát Organic Acid

He got her drunk very
Holding hands, they found the
Where he had control as far as the
When his covered wet hair
She took over furniture wax
Dust, and the cloying of polishing-cloth
When he was sick, she him

Oh hush, my friend, and
And cuddle to the
on through the waves
That may wet your lover's

We have been far through this long hours
We go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

He do it properly
The disco, the office, the pub,
Had left out those of delight.
Satisfied, he would out,
Puzzled at why she squirmed,
Held onto him, tears curling into her
This was something their stories omitted
That her joy would seem pain
When he focused his release.

Do sand and and stones
Peep in your night?
But you not be hurt
For all will with time.

We have been far through this long hours
We go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

In the third of the relationship
She was on organic acid
Would stop to up a rained-out leaf
Would give it tenderly his hand
of dead things before they reached the car

When they drove she sat mouth open
As though on the impact of a stomach punch
Her right fist gripping the skin of his leg

Hooking the steering-wheel to his heart
He feared her, and slapped out sideways into her
She entered the cut her tongue
Gurgling gratitude for the strange

Do you fear the
hush, and realise
That though the angels come
Prayers can your mind

We been far through this night long hour
We go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

There was no premonition of the wet Back
The sportscar slumped, snout into a
Their corpses giving the arms
Petrol and blood at last together
But flashes of a planned lunch
Cold red beef, cloth by a cherrywood fire
Game pie, and for him two pints of colder
The winter air tucking under their
As they spun on the at Clandon
Their steaming from quick moisture
The aromatic finger up to his nostril
Dazed after mutual
zigzagged into a conservative end

Oh hush, my friend,