Luyện nghe bài hát The Guitar Lesson

The pupil is twelve-- attractive,
In a midnight blue uniform

Lips just a too full for her face
Distant eyes of space

In her posture no of coquette
No

She fingers the frets, looking
Crossing her legs where her tights have been

Starts as her mother comes into the
And the afternoon grows

And her feels a chill, shivers
And buttons her

I gently correct the of her back
And I open my in the now empty flat

At the classical piece had her prepare
And her are bare as she plays

And I back behind her ear
A few strands of hair gone

She her my bracelet, the lesson is done
I it around between finger and thumb
We sit face to face, and it seems to me
That her is the face of a cat

And touching the place where her breasts be
I press my flat

She comes my lap
I turn her
Her hands my neck
And her feet the ground

Her skirt travels up my palm
But the pupil looking so calm

As if listening to the sound
Of a burglar

What happened next is hard to
The guitar lesson no traces at all
But now, from afar, it to resemble
A composition in oil

Of a man, a
And an innocent little