Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Epic

Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake well use," she said
You never touch me anymore way
Connector in, out
You let me in the back door

Ride the sainted
On the midnight to Romford
the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake well use," she said
You never me anymore this way
Oh no, connector, connector, connector,
a connector, connector, connector, connector

And I'm so dirty and the light my eyes
oh so dirty and the light, it blinds my eyes
Here comes Christ on

"Call me wet trampoline," she today
I was too busy with my hand
"Shake before use," she said
But you never touch me
I was listening for phone sex
Coming through the back in skin tight trunks
And we all mental and danced

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

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

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

I get my on channel six
The light it burns my eyes and I feel so
comes Christ on crutches

I'll never be
Never be
They me confused
I will not be confused another man
pressure of opinions

"Lighten up, to your eyes," you said
But all I could see was Doris Day in a big screen
Disappearing down the tube on Farringdon Street
whiplash Willy, the motor psycho

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