Luyện nghe bài hát Organic Acid

He got her drunk quickly
Holding hands, found the broom-cupboard
he had control as far as the fall
When his hand covered wet
She took among furniture wax
Dust, and the cloying of polishing-cloth
he was sick, she comforted him

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

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

He couldn't do it
The disco, the office, the pub,
Had left out details of delight.
Satisfied, he would out,
Puzzled at why she squirmed,
Held onto him, tears into her mouth
This was something their stories always
That her joy seem like pain
he focused after his release.

Do sand and and stones
Peep in through night?
But you should not be
For all will pass time.

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

In the week of the relationship
She was tripping on acid
Would stop to pick up a leaf
Would it tenderly into his hand
of dead things before they reached the car

When they drove she sat with open
As though photographed on the of a stomach punch
Her right fist gripping the of his left leg

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

Do you fear the
hush, and realise
That the angels never come
Prayers can your mind

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

There was no premonition of the wet Hog's
The sportscar slumped, snout into a
Their giving the vehicle arms
Petrol and at last dripping together
But quick of a planned lunch
Cold red beef, cloth by a cherrywood fire
Game pie, and for him two pints of colder
The air tucking under their eyelids
As they on the gravel at Clandon
Their hands steaming quick moisture
The aromatic finger drawn up to his
Dazed after mutual
They zigzagged a conservative end

Oh hush, my friend,