Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

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

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

Some I'd surprise everybody by skipping off
With a skirt of net sewed over
With flat metallic circles which and flashed
The lights violet and [Incomprehensible] white
I had an ornamental veil, I bear to use it

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

I up, I am lying peacefully
I am peacefully and my knees are open 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 artist and I have no

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 on the belly of an exquisite whore
He the child and spoiled the rod
I have not myself to God