Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

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

A stage is like each bolt of
Like a, like a log of Helen, is my
I would the success of a night by the way, by the way I
By the amount of piss and seed I exude
Over the columns nestled the P.A.

Some nights I'd surprise by skipping off
a skirt of green net sewed over
With metallic circles which dazzled and flashed
The lights were violet and white
I had an ornamental veil, I bear to use it

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

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

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