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 of dog size
A bench, a
so fine that naked lady of mine
Slight turn in
The lings out on the
The so small
A chorus of fogs step on into
Of forest greens,

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

Elvis bleeds the eyes
light up the skies
Kneel before the
And kiss the forehand of
and Vine

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

t-shirts
Airport
smiles
Nothing is
No one is
Whispers of walk
Through these streets my lady lies

Walkin my knee on
on
Walkin the line
and Tight

Human chases at their Jesse
the gnomes and
Their clone children, the dominion
Here, kitty,
Here, kitty,

With my on