Luyện nghe bài hát Blimey

At home, we're
Just got off another shitty
Moat filled with pus
Sleazy, he talk to us
Fondle fish in way
Coffin filled dirty needles

Blimey! Blimey!
What do you do when you like that?
Blimey! Blimey!

Sexy made
Heave it the balustrade
it fish, tell it to run
We in naughty fun
Sexy's flanks are torn and
Slimey's on the rag

Blimey! Blimey!
What do you do when you feel that?
Blimey! Blimey!

That's right
Here in the hall of hatred
We've got of your most inspired brethren
Genocidal maniacs who their way
Through the books straight into your hearts

We got
Mad emperor of Rome purges
thousands on his blazing altar of syphilis
Or how about Giles Lavalle, medieval of Gods

Will whose search for the elixir of
Led to the satanic killings of thousands of Parisian youth
Or Julius, religious despot, slaughter
Of the of Milan gave him
The nickname of 'The Pope'

That's
of the greatest mass murderers in you
Sad, yet vibrant
Are enshrined, impaled
And with agonizing life

tingle, tongues a-mingle
Forced extraction of corn-choked
Bristling amoeba hole cunt for every bowl
Madly failing porno cow, get me on the road now

Blimey! Blimey!
What do you do you feel like that?
Blimey! Blimey!