Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Wet Circles

On promenades where drunks to lonely arcade mannequins
ceremonies pause at the jeweller's shop display
Feigning silence in strained romantic interludes
Till they themselves to the muted journey home
And the pool rests on another cue
nights hero picking up his dues
A gambled on a ricochet
She's at the brochures at the holidays
Chalking up a name in your
all your mates to another round
Laughing at the world till the barman away
The wet circles

I saw teenage girls like gaudy a classroom's shabby butterflies
Flirt in the of stranded telephone boxes
Planning white weddings from smeared hearts
And token proclamations, rolled from stolen
Across the razored of glass
Sharing cigarettes with with her giggling
confidantes, she faithfully 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
a mother's kiss on your first broken heart, a warm wet circle
Like a bullethole in central park, a wet circle
And I'll always to the warm wet circles

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