Luyện nghe bài hát PLEASURE HEADS MUST BURN

bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
I reckon I'm a bit too close to one
I reckon if I touch it might burn
flesh-heads like me just wax and
when my tongue titty's tongue in turn
sometimes heads must burn
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
my brain tricked my hands to believe they were
in short, my hands clubs to grind
I reckon I'm a bit too to this one
me darling, kiss my eyes to blind
kiss my clubs and what my knuckles find
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
I feel a low, you know what I mean?
buried neck-high in British
I reckon I'm a bit too to this one
shoot me darling, shoot me in the and go
ya! ya! teeth gone. my trail back home.
ya! ya! teeth gone. follow my back home.
ya! ya! bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
etcetera.