Luyện nghe bài hát Brandenburg Gate

I would cut my legs and off
When I of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the of the moon
It made me dream of
on the isle of Doctor Moreau
Oh wouldnt it be
I was Peter Lorre
When things got pretty as I
to the Brandenburg Gate
I was feeling snappy perhaps Id napping
And Id ate
A heart can tear you apart
On a midnight to 8
A graveyard can only give one chance
As the tombstones weave and
Feeling happy my heart got beating
On a Sunday
I dreamt of breezes through the treeses
And stars still illumed
I have three hearts that I keep
Trying to
To normal feelings and the reelings
And some absynthe drunk so
The cook got and all the whores they shrunk
the size of dessert plates
But me Im happy I got my little nappy
And opium to set me straight
Im just a small girl who wants to give it a whirl
my looks still hold me straight
Straight up to illusion and fusion
Of reality mixed with
Im just a small town girl gonna give life a whirl
Looking at the Brandenburg