Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Epic

Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake well use," she said
You touch me anymore this way
in, receiver out
You let me in the back door

Ride the sainted
On the midnight to Romford
the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake well use," she said
You never touch me anymore way
Oh no, connector, connector, connector,
You're a connector, connector, connector,

And I'm so dirty and the light blinds my
You're oh so dirty and the light, it blinds my
Here Christ on crutches

"Call me wet trampoline," she said
Well I was too busy with my
"Shake before use," she said
But you never me anymore
I was busy listening for sex
through the back door in skin tight trunks
And we all went mental and

I get my on channel six
I get my kicks on six
I get my on channel six
I get my on channel six

To the off electricity
And the light my eyes and I feel dirty
And the light blinds my and I feel so shaken in my faith
Here comes Christ on

And comes another God, here comes another God
Like a buffalo thunder, a smell of sugar
And a tongue and designer voodoo
Well I got phone sex to see me through the in my 501s
Freeze with a new religion
And my teeth stuffed back in my

I get my kicks on six
The it burns my eyes and I feel so dirty
Here Christ on crutches

never be confused
Never be
They me confused
I will not be with another man
This pressure of

"Lighten up, listen to eyes," you said
But all I could see was Day in a big screen satellite
Disappearing down the tube hole on Farringdon
With whiplash Willy, the motor

light it burns my eyes
And the it burns my eyes
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my on channel six
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my on channel six