Luyện nghe bài hát At The Helm Off Hells Ships

Cat's
Circle the globe on white stalks
with green trays, baskets
Snakes and probe
A bridge of dog
A bench, a
She's so fine naked lady of mine
Slight in repose
The out on the moan
The so small
A chorus of fogs on into streets
Of forest greens,

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

bleeds from the eyes
Madonnas light up the
Kneel before the
And the forehand of Siva
and Vine

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

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

Walkin my knee on
on
Walkin the line
and Tight

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

With my on