Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

I fucked much with the past
But I've plenty with the future
Over the of silk are scars
From the of stations 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 piss and seed I exude
Over the columns nestled the P.A.

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

With the way my hair was cropped, I craved, covering
But now that my itself is a veil
And the inside is a scalp of a crazy
And a sleepy Comanche lies beneath 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 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 on the belly of an exquisite whore
He the child and spoiled the rod
I have not sold to God