Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Wet Circles

On promenades where drunks propose to arcade mannequins
ceremonies pause at the jeweller's shop display
Feigning silence in strained romantic interludes
Till they commit themselves to the muted journey
And the pool player rests on cue
Last nights hero up his dues
A gambled on a ricochet
staring at the brochures at the holidays
Chalking up a name in hometown
Standing all your mates to round
Laughing at the world the barman wipes away
The warm wet

I saw teenage girls like moths a classroom's shabby butterflies
Flirt in the glow of stranded boxes
Planning white weddings from smeared hearts
And token proclamations, from stolen lipsticks
Across the razored webs of
cigarettes with experience with her giggling
Jealous confidantes, she traces his name
With quick fingers
Through the tears of condensation cry through the night
As the glancing headlights of the last bus kiss goodbye

In a wet circle
Like a mother's on your first broken heart, a warm wet circle
a bullethole in central park, a warm wet circle
And I'll surrender to the warm wet circles

She nervously undressed in the dancing of the fidra lighthouse
Giving it all before it's too late
let a lover's tongue move in a warm wet circle
Giving it all away and no shame
She'll a mother's kiss on her first broken heart
A warm wet circle, she'll realise that she plays her part in a wet circle