Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

I fucked much with the past
But fucked plenty with the future
Over the of silk are scars
From the splinters of stations and walls I've

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

Some I'd surprise everybody by skipping off
With a of green net sewed over
With flat metallic circles which and flashed
The lights were violet and white
I had an veil, I can't bear to use it

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

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

I seek pleasure, I the nerves 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 exquisite
He the child and spoiled the rod
I not sold myself to God