Luyện nghe bài hát At The Helm Off Hells Ships

Cat's
the globe on protruding white stalks
Dancers green trays, baskets
slither and probe
A bridge of dog
A bench, a
so fine that naked lady of mine
Slight turn in
The out on the moan
The churbs so
A chorus of fogs step on streets
Of greens, lanes

We all in the straight line
and tight
We all walk in a line
Nice and

Elvis bleeds from the
light up the skies
Kneel before the
And kiss the of Siva
Sunset and

in the straight line
With my on
My on
Walk in the straight
Nice and

Jesus
chieftains
Blow-dried
is sacred
No one is
Whispers of walk
Through these streets where my lady

Walkin my knee on
on
Walkin the line
and Tight

Human chases at Jesse Helms
the gnomes and
Their clone children, the king's
Here, kitty,
Here, kitty,

With my on