Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

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

A stage is each bolt of wood
a, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure
I would the success of a night by the way, by the way I
By the of piss and seed I could exude
Over the columns nestled the P.A.

Some nights I'd surprise everybody by off
a skirt of green net sewed over
With flat metallic circles which dazzled and
The lights were violet and [Incomprehensible]
I had an veil, I can't bear to use it

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

I wake up, I am peacefully
I am lying peacefully and my are open to the sun
I desire him and he is absolutely ready to 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 artist and I no guilt

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