Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

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

A stage is like each bolt of
a, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure
I measure 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 everybody by skipping off
With a skirt of net sewed over
With metallic circles which dazzled and flashed
The were violet and [Incomprehensible] white
I had an ornamental veil, I can't to use it

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

I wake up, I am peacefully
I am lying peacefully and my knees are to the sun
I desire him and he is 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 under your skin
The archway, the layers, the scroll of ancient lettuce
We the flaw, the belly, the belly
The mole on the of an exquisite whore
He spared the and spoiled the rod
I not sold myself to God