Luyện nghe bài hát Brandenburg Gate

I would cut my legs and off
I think of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the dark of the

It made me dream of
Trapped on the of Doctor Moreau
Oh wouldn't it be

I was Peter Lorre
When things got gory as I
Crossed to the Brandenburg

I was feeling perhaps I'd been napping
And I'd ate
A following heart can tear you
On a midnight to 8

A graveyard romance can give one chance
As the weave and breathe

Feeling happy when my got beating
On a Sunday
I dreamt of breezes going through the
And stars were still
I have three hearts I keep apart
Trying to
To normal feelings and the nightime
And some absynthe drunk so

The cook got and all the whores they shrunk
the size of dessert plates
But me I'm cause I got my little nappy
And opium to set me straight
I'm just a town girl who wants to give it a whirl
my looks still hold me straight

Straight up to illusion and fusion
Of reality with drink
I'm just a small town girl who's give life a whirl
Looking at the Gate