Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

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

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 of piss and seed I could exude
the columns that nestled the P.A.

Some nights I'd surprise everybody by off
a skirt of green net sewed over
With metallic circles which dazzled 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 my hair itself is a veil
And the scalp is a scalp of a crazy
And a sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of

I up, I am lying peacefully
I am lying 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 no guilt

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