Luyện nghe bài hát Organic Acid

He got her drunk very
hands, they found the broom-cupboard
Where he had control as far as the
When his covered wet hair
She took over among 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 the waves
may wet your lover's dream

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

He do it properly
The disco, the office, the pub,
Had left out details of delight.
Satisfied, he collapse out,
at why she still squirmed,
Held onto him, tears into her mouth
This was something their always omitted
That her joy would like pain
he focused after his release.

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

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

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

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

Hooking the closer to his heart
He feared her, and slapped out sideways her face
She entered the cut with her
Gurgling gratitude for the taste

Do you the dark?
Then hush, and
That though the never come
Prayers can soothe mind

We have been far 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 giving the vehicle arms
and blood at last dripping together
But flashes of a planned lunch
red beef, white cloth by a cherrywood fire
Game pie, and for him two pints of beer
The winter air under their eyelids
As spun on the gravel at Clandon
hands steaming from quick moisture
The aromatic finger drawn up to his
Dazed mutual masturbation
zigzagged into a conservative end

Oh hush, my friend,