Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

I haven't fucked much with the
But I've plenty with the future
Over the of silk are scars
From the splinters of stations and I've caressed

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

Some I'd surprise everybody by skipping off
With a skirt of net sewed over
With flat metallic circles which dazzled and
The were violet and [Incomprehensible] 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 scalp inside is a scalp of a
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 desire him and he is absolutely 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 artist and I have no guilt

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