Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

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

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

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

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

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

I seek pleasure, I seek the nerves under your
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 have not myself to God