Luyện nghe bài hát Blimey

At home, we're
Just got off another tour
filled with flaming pus
Sleazy, he won't to us
Fondle in way illegal
filled with dirty needles

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

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

Blimey! Blimey!
What do you do when you feel like
Blimey! Blimey!

That's folks
Here in the hall of human
We've got some of your inspired brethren
Genocidal maniacs who carved way
Through the history straight into your hearts

We got
Mad emperor of Rome whose
Consumed thousands on his blazing altar of
Or how about Giles Lavalle, crusader of Gods

Will whose search for the of life
Led to the ritual satanic killings of thousands of Parisian
Or Julius, despot, whose slaughter
Of the intelligentsia of Milan him
The of 'The Warrior Pope'

right
Some of the greatest mass in you
Sad, yet history
Are enshrined, impaled
And pumped with agonizing

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

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