Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

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

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

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

I wake up, I am lying
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 and I have no guilt

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