Luyện nghe bài hát Prophet

She feels me up then she me down
her gum while humming a song
Has me for dinner in her gown
naked underneath I am
Feebly and played along
I should get out but her hips are
I try to out of my blindfold
Cuffed, gagged and cheaply

But I something that she'll pay to keep
A secret, we let ourselves in the game

And so the goes on in a dirty style
We can provide no for the weary eye
It's far too to apologize
And if you to dance, not a chance
Stand in
Wait up for miss Pie
I join her foul pigsty
of men trying to prophesy
her next move? While we can't
in line

How many men have you this to?
I suspect we are quite a few
us and bump us around
Bury us under of mound

But I know something you'll pay to keep
A secret, but I can't get any

And so the dance goes on in a style
We can no rest for the weary eye
It's far too late to
And if you care to dance, not a
in line
Wait up for Swedish Pie
Will I her foul pigsty
of broken men trying to
her next While we can't move;
Stand in