Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

I haven't fucked with the past
But I've plenty with the future
Over the skin of silk are
the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed

A stage is like each bolt of
Like a, a log of Helen, is my pleasure
I would measure the success of a by the way, by the way I
By the amount of and seed I could exude
Over the columns that the P.A.

Some nights I'd surprise by skipping off
With a skirt of green net sewed
With flat metallic circles dazzled and flashed
The lights were violet and white
I had an ornamental veil, I can't to use it

the way my hair was cropped, I craved, craved covering
But now that my hair itself is a
And the inside is a scalp of a crazy
And a sleepy Comanche lies this netting of skin

I up, I am lying peacefully
I am lying peacefully and my knees are to the sun
I him and he is absolutely ready to seize me
In, in, in, in, in heart, I am a Moslem, in heart, I am an
In heart, I am Moslem, in heart, I'm an American and I have no guilt

I pleasure, I seek the nerves under your skin
The narrow archway, the layers, the scroll of ancient
We the flaw, the belly, the belly
The mole on the belly of an exquisite
He spared the child and the rod
I have not myself to God