Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

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

A stage is like each bolt of
Like a, like a log of Helen, is my
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 that nestled the P.A.

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

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

I wake up, I am peacefully
I am peacefully and my knees 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 seek pleasure, I seek the nerves under skin
The narrow archway, the layers, the scroll of lettuce
We the flaw, the belly, the belly
The mole on the of an exquisite whore
He spared the and spoiled the rod
I have not sold to God