Luyện nghe bài hát Brandenburg Gate

I would cut my legs and off
When I of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the dark of the
It made me dream of
Trapped on the isle of Moreau
Oh wouldnt it be
I was thinking Lorre
When things got pretty as I
to the Brandenburg Gate
I was feeling perhaps Id been napping
And Id ate
A following heart can you apart
On a to 8 shift
A romance can only give one chance
As the weave and breathe
Feeling happy when my got beating
On a afternoon
I of breezes going through the treeses
And stars still illumed
I have three hearts that I apart
to relate
To normal feelings and the nightime
And some absynthe drunk so
The cook got drunk and all the whores they
the size of dessert plates
But me Im happy I got my little nappy
And opium to set me straight
Im just a small town girl who wants to it a whirl
While my looks still me straight
Straight up to illusion and fusion
Of reality mixed drink
Im just a small town girl whos give life a whirl
Looking at the Brandenburg