Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

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

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

Some nights I'd everybody by skipping off
a skirt of green net sewed over
With flat metallic circles dazzled and flashed
The lights 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 inside is a scalp of a crazy
And a sleepy Comanche beneath this netting of skin

I wake up, I am peacefully
I am lying peacefully and my knees are 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 and I have no guilt

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